I'm driving in a car with a friend, and they are helping me with the driving.
We drive up to the park, next to the council estate on top of the
hill. We get to a dead end and in this place we see lots of poor kids
playing football in the quiet back streets of the council estate. Its
a poor place up here. The houses are all run down and you can see on
the faces of the people that they don't have much, that they are of
the strugglers.
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I get out of the car. There is an important person I have to meet who
lives up here. All the kids in the street get excited when they find
out I am going to visit her. One of them follows me all the way, and
helps me when I get lost.
This lady is something of an enigma. She is a special healer who's
body is truly unique.
We go down all these stairs and into a basement, which seems like its
being used as a brothel. We go into the room at the end of the
corridor and enter. She is sat waiting for us. She is a small black
woman, with a most unusual chest; rather than seeing two bumps
indicating her breasts sticking out, she has three bumps, all in a row
across the top of her chest. Rather than being ashamed of this, she is
proud. She takes off her thin top she has been wearing and displays
her breasts for me to see. They are beautifully shaped and although at
first it seems a little weird for me, I soon get used to it. She
encourages me to play with her breasts. She likes them to be played
with. It is because of her unique body that the people in the area
revere her and give her a lot of respect. Her uniqueness also gives
her her special healing abilities. She is a sexual healer. I don't
know how old she is as she seems to have an ageless quality about her.
I cup her central breast in my hand. At first it feels strange, as if
this middle breast shouldn't be here, but I soon get used to it. I become aware that I am being
watched. The kid from the estate who helped me get here has stayed to
watch us. I feel uncomfortable with this but she doesn't mind one bit.
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Monday, 17 March 2014
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