Then he instructed me to walk a narrow walkway between two fenced open yards. There were dozens of inmates and everybody stopped to watch me passing b.... I avoided making eye contact and focused on the next security checkpoint.After passing a new guard my approval request, the door lock clicked and I was ushered inside. I was greeted by a monotone sounding guard who read from the clipboard he was holding, that during my visit I would obey the orders given by the uniformed personnel of the. But, they had an old adage, ‘If a woman weaves a shield, she stores it in a man’s room.’ It signified to the Asante that whatever a female acquired must belong to a man. This meant marriage was a central part of their existence and gave men their position.Still, the Queen-Mother held veto power over the Chief.The council discussed the possibilities and it seemed that Queen-Mother’s grandson would be elected.Outside, others moved to retire for the night.Kuwame, a district chief, yawned.“Nana,. I do not recognize my wife. This cannot be my wife; I have never seen or heard her behaving like this. Completely lost and destabilized, I cannot help but watch with fascination at what is happening. I’m looking to that cock, which I even would have like to touch. The man releases his balls of his pants which falls down to the ankles. Nearby, the bartender is still groping Murielle and jerking off, rubbing his cock on her thigh or on her belly. Murielle takes me back by the neck and forces me. Returning to the wagon, he opened a drawer that contained different items of tack that was not often used. He found the rolls of the socks and took one out. It had four socks in it for each horse. He took one sock and the ointment to the mare. She looked at him, slightly annoyed at his continued attention to her one leg. She snorted once and went back to her chewing some grass she had cropped a moment before.He rubbed the ointment into the cut, then carefully lifted the hoof from the ground..