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Foreigners call it magic; my people call it the splendor.
It was said that, to pass into the next life, one of the gods’ animal familiars—represented by the figurines before them—carried each soul to the god of death, Fedu.
Mama was gone.
I wonder if her mother is Adiah, the flashback/other timeline we keep jumping in and out of.
but she was already finding it difficult to recall the details of the woman’s face. Their encounter felt increasingly dreamlike,
Same lady who spoke to Ekon? I bet it is.
“Mooing?” Ekon’s eyes narrowed. “Your legs have been mooing?” “Yes.” Brother Ugo scratched his white beard, frowning as he examined them. “It’s a curious thing. You might say I have a . . . calf injury.” He looked up, grinning. “Do you get it? Because a baby cow is called a—”
Dad jokes, I love it.
“Nightmares hunt like beasts of prey, vanquished in the light of day.”
“It is an allegory. Those beasts of prey represent our worldly troubles,” Brother Ugo explained. “Often, we run from painful things and hope that they will tire of chasing us. But in truth, avoiding our troubles simply gives them more sustenance, allowing them to eventually consume us whole. Only when we cast light on them and acknowledge them can they truly be vanquished, allowing our spirits to be free.”
“Destiny is not a single path, but many, Ekon. Some are as straight as an arrow, others twist and tangle like thread. Our duty is not to question them but to follow them.”
