Tribal story (Patreon)

I really loved posing for the photographers who came to our tribe. It ... it gave me some sort of hope to say, or ... I don't even know how to say it. But when I met people coming here, I always woke up inside me ... hmm ... yes ... hope! Hope that at least one of them came for me this time! Came to take me from here to my world! To my real world in which I grew up, with computers, TV and ... in the world in which I was a man.

Yes, hardly anyone looking at this photo in the national geographic or in some other magazine will see in this fragile little tribal girl that fat bearded researcher professor who came here a few years ago with a group of other scientists. They did not even understand me and my language ... however, just like I did not understand their language.

Two years ago my name was not Phakina Pukuru, but James Richard. And of course I was not 17, but now 19 years old, but almost 52 years old. We explored this area and of course this tribe, like many others who came after us.

The secret of the forbidden place of power and the ancient legends of this tribe captivated us then and we, or rather I, without knowing it, did not understand that this research would be the last in my life. Our entire group fell into this place of power just when all the planets converged in a row. The shaman warned us, but of course we did not hear them, because we are scientists, and not some superstitious natives.

I remember how strange sounds began to echo in that cave. At different intervals. All my colleagues at that moment got out, but I was a little carried away by researching one interesting writing on the wall and was not so worried about these sounds. Then everything went dark in my eyes and I lost consciousness.

I woke up already hearing unfamiliar voices in an unfamiliar dialect of this tribe, but now I clearly understood their words. They were glad when I opened my eyes. I quickly realized that despite the implausibility of this, I somehow ended up in the body of this girl named Phakina Pukuru. The natives did not know ... and do not know it to this day. I could not tell them the whole truth. That ... that would not be right in my current situation, and besides, I only became more convinced that I did the right thing without becoming panicked.

I received all her knowledge and memories, and therefore I knew that Phakina on the same day, out of her curiosity, followed a group of scientists and, having climbed into this cave, was alone with me. Hiding so that I could not even see her, she and me fell under the influence of this cursed place and ... poor Phakina ... She was less fortunate. I don't know all the details, but I know that I saw the last time she was taken away in my body somewhere on a stretcher ...

Of course, it is an honor to be one of the wives of a tribal leader here, but it turned out to be quite difficult for me ... To put it mildly, difficult ... I prefer not to remember this after two years of living here, but believe me, there were many different emotions. Phakina never came here in my body, I know that everything is all right with her, because I saw how our group then left and saw her old body, which was walking among my colleagues ... I don’t know why she decided here not to call again ... But anyway, every time I saw a group of scientists, I experienced this strange feeling ... a sense of hope or ... I don't even know how to say it.