Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

you were born in a man’s world, achalugo. qiao’s gaze softened to see the woman’s fortitude unfold. you think your worth is in the fruit in your womb, what you make for men. it is not. she drew the braid roughly, preparing another sheath. your worth is what is in your soul — your aniti, yes? but it was not a question, and the seer’s eyes darkened with unknowable energy.

the chwezi did not take husbands or wives. it was women that carried on their future, preserving their knowledge and rituals. children are the death of duty to yourself and they knew this — you are made less for each child you nurse under your breast. the cost of bringing them whole is a part of you — eventually you have nothing else to give. her tone had grown ardent, but it softened now. an unspoken invitation leveled in her voice. this one had what some cultures called steel to her backbone; she would make a fine witch. there is still something to be had for you in this world, but it will require great sacrifice.