"I am Liloba," she says. "The one who drowned the granaries. I am Maoto, the stone that watched. I am Danceromilto, who stepped on fire and called it rhythm." She kneels, bringing her face level with his. "And you are the first child in three generations to carry all three. So tell me, little name-bearer: do you know why I have risen?"
: Learn key terms in the language of origin. This can provide deeper insight into the practice. Wabwile wa barasa-liloba-maoto- danceromilto