After a long wandering through the hot savannah, you finally found a small flowing river. And as you walked through the tall grass, you suddenly saw an African woman, most likely a Zulu, this is evidenced by her clothes made of beads. She filled a large clay pot with water and then placed it on her head. Walking back, most likely to her village, she quietly hummed something under her breath in her language. "Amanzi omfula ageleza buthule, amagatsha ezihlahla ahefuzela emoyeni..."