“Onye!” Diti shouted from outside. “You better come out here!” “Do it slowly,” Luyu said. They both sounded several yards from our tent. I sniffed the air, the strange otherworldly aroma filling my nose. I didn’t want to leave the tent but Mwita pushed me, pressing close behind. “Go on,” he whispered. “Face whatever it is. It’s all you can do.” I frowned, shoving back. “I don’t have to do anything.”
