The two young women decide to go out and see the sights in town. They dress comfortably, Seanna wearing a green tank top and pink skirt and Nicole in a white halter top and khaki shorts. Both wear running shoes.
They leave the hotel and disappear into the thick soupy African night. The city is run down and chaotic, with mostly of the buildings dating from colonial times forty years ago or more. The shapely white girls get many curious glances from passersby: Nicole smiles at them politely while Seanna tries to ignore them, a portrait of intellectual detachment.
"To us, this city looks like nothing but black people, but there are actually many different ethnic divisions at play," Seanna explains self-importantly, frantically trying to remember some of the tribal names. "This is the traditional homeland of the..." she pauses, trying to remember. The Booboos? The Googoos? "The Gooboos." she settles on. Nicole listens in reverant silence. Wow. Seanna is so smart.
As they wander through a market, the girls notice a frail old man eyeing them from a doorway. His humble shop is surrounded by hanging chickens and other grisly trophies.
"Is that a butcher shop?" Nicole asks, wrinkling her nose. The old man smiles and beckons to them. They immediately approach and follow him into the dusty darkness without any further discussion.
This is no butcher shop. This is a witch doctor.
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