[She's quiet for a little while, considering family. Her mother whose face she can only see in painting, her father who is only a photograph on a wall, siblings just as distant. Mahalia says she can feel them, attached to them by threads that the sonando has obscured from Fela's senses.]

Mahalia and the others have power of their own, but it is different. The sonando chooses who it makes holy, others it simply keeps as slaves. But we are our father's children, if we choose to follow him, we are accepted.

[A path of smoke that few are aware enough to follow, that even few enough are brave enough to take.]

I am told that only one of my sisters has made that choice. Her name is... [What is it... She chews on her lip pensively, hoping it will come.] Luz. Her name is Luz. She and I are the oldest of the girls. And none of our brothers have followed, not fully.