"Listen to me
Understand me
Listen to me
The truth is talking
The truth speaks
Children come to listen
Listen to me
A revolution is truly starting..."
Boukman Eksperyans—"Listen to Me"
Califia could hear the shaky anger coursing through Soliel's voice as she sat inside the meticulously cleaned community center. The scattered voices they heard outside the building had all the people inside jumpy and anxious.
The words coming from Soliel's mouth were harsh. It was a battle cry. They needed guidance. Elders from the Candomble community that Soliel's family was a part of came through for a short meeting. There was talk of holding a ceremony, calling down orixás, and doing the spiritual work to prepare for an earthly battle if it came down to that. There was even talk of revenge although the actual words were not used in such an open space among the spiritual elders. A Priestess prayed over them, and as the ancient words bound them as sisters in the struggle for freedom Califia held onto a new hope with N'Jobu's help.
When the followers of the orixás vacated the premises leaving the small core group of organizers behind, it all went wrong. So wrong.
Soliel shared the full names of the police who were responsible for the death of Lia and her two companions on that fateful day. Hearing who the killers were turned them into solid beings and not the whispered boogeymen Califia had been carrying around for over a year. They went to share a meal at a corner café and when they returned to the center, their private meeting was disrupted with the arrival of the police.
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