My voice is reduced to a whisper. “What of Mbiti?” Mary gives me a deep glance, fiercely bright. She says: “Mbiti is lucky. She has not been caught. Until she is caught, she will be one of the guardians of the forest. Mbiti is always an ogre and always the sister of ogres.”]
Spoiler alert: Mary is Mbiti. she guards the forest and asks certain individuals who come to eat of the fruit of knowledge if they will become her disciples/children