Now Nnanteza brought water in a calabash and knelt before him. Two tutus, short sturdy breasts, as if swollen, came close. Even when she leaned forward they refused to bow. Kintu stole a closer look: she had those rare breasts that are so wide at the base that there was almost no space between them – yet, they don’t glut out. Five sons would knock them up and down and those breasts would bounce back, erect, Kintu thought.
