For a tribe that wears flashy colors and shells and beads and bones and shiny metals by the kilogramme, the witch, even while being a tribal chief, is as simply dressed as a new age lesbian.
However, she is admirable for many reasons.
Born into a patriarchal tribe, she was favored by the elders, especially her in-laws, to be their chief, while her husband still lives.
Her husband now has a unique place in the history of their village.
He is their first first consort.
There is no headdress nor necklace to identify him as such, so the witch designed an ornament just for him.
She got the goldsmith to create a chain with two flint stones as dangling pendants symbolizing male fertility and in a grand ceremony involving the entire village, tied the chain around his nether regions so as he walks the rocks rub against each other and create a spark at random intervals, generating random consequences.
After setting his lungi and short hairs on fire a few times the first first consort gave up wearing any clothing at all.
No one has yet told him the emperor has no clothes on. - SDG
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