“Good evening, Ewu children. I give you my love and respect,” she said, kindly. “Thank you,” Mwita said. “I’m Mwita and this is my companion, Onyesonwu. Your stories touched us.” Companion? I thought, tickled by the reference. “The prophecy, where’d you hear of it?” Mwita asked. “It’s all the talk of the West, Mwita,” she said with seriousness. “The Seer who spoke it viciously hates Okeke people. For him to say such a thing, it must be true.”
