A child lies in my arms, he drinks from my breast and grips my right thumb. You may think I am dreaming, or delirious perhaps, but this time you’d be wrong. He is real flesh and bones, dark of skin and eye. For some days after I became attached to this clan, the women insisted I accompany them on their foraging forays. They laughed at my inadequacies and seemed incredulous when I knew not how to prepare certain roots for consumption. Some of the women tired of my failings and their laughter turned to distain and derision. One of the women, I shall call her K’gari after this place, showed some compassion though.
When first she led me away from the others, I expected the worst. I thought she was perhaps trading me to another group… but then she sat me down and took my hands. She began to point to the bites and swellings on my arms and there was concern in her eyes, not contempt. When she began to rub a fetid substance on my arms, I pulled away at first. What was this paste that smelt of smoldering fats, herbs and charcoal? She continued in her ministrations and I had to admit there was some relief to be found with its application.
Since then she has shown me favour on multiple occasion. Morsels of food, soft bark to sleep on, bright coloured feathers and necklaces of shells. These simple gifts, virtual treasures within this meagre existence. When she first brought the child to me I was not sure what she expected. He was a sickly child, crying and whimpering, ill-nourished and sad. It then became evident that my work was to mind the child, for much of the day passed into my care. I can not say I relished the task, it was enough to maintain my own equilibrium. There was such strangeness and familiarity in the holding of a child in my arms, memories of my own three children overwhelmed me and so …I felt urged to find comfort in the body of another. When he sought comfort at my breast, I resisted initially, felt sure he would find no nourishment there. He clung on though, demanding and persisting, and the crying ceased. To my amazement my body responded, with a powerful rippling and surging which exhausted me. How could this be so, it was weeks since I had bound my chest, attempting to stem the flow. I was embarrassed yet proud when K’gari returned. Here was a babe in my arms where one should have been. Had she known, had she sensed, had she seen?
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