“Kwena, are the statuettes laid out as specified?”
“Yes, my friend, they are.”
Embracing her, Nosuma could feel Kwena trembling. “Be strong, my love,” she whispered. “I was blinded that I might find a new sense of sight. My eyes were taken so I might finally see.”
“I know that now, Nosu, but still …”
“Whatever happens here can"t change how I feel toward you. I love you, Kwena. Know that, and rejoice.”
“I do rejoice, Nosu, and I praise you to the ancestors. I love you, Nosuma Okande, but the place you"re going isn"t somewhere I can follow.”
“Someday, you might.”
“Yes, Nosu, someday.”
She gave the larger woman a last embrace. “Thank you for your strength, Kwena. They await.”
She turned to face the platform, which she remembered from her first day at Guru Zimbabwe. Then, it"d served
