When the sun rises in the morning, S’bongile has long finished packing. She carries the clothes and puts them in the back of the car, and tells Adia to follow her. Tears are streaming down Adia’s face. She feels that with this act she will disappoint her Grandmother.

“Get in the car and let’s go, stop crying…” says S’bongile.

Thando is standing outside the door watching.

They get into the car and drive out of the gate, but just then, the car suddenly turns off. S’bongile turns the key again, but the car does nothing.

“It looks like we’re not going anywhere,” says Adia, with a smile.

S’bongile gets angry and says, “This car has never been a problem, it has local demons.” S’bongile gets out of the car, kneels down and starts praying. She tries the key again — nothing happens.

“Mom, do you think it’s Grandma’s spirit that stopped the car?” asks Adia.

S’bongile turns to Adia, trying to hide her doubts. “No, dear, it’s just a mechanical problem, Grandma wouldn’t want us to be stuck here.”

Adia looks unsure. “But I don’t think that Grandma wants us to go. Maybe she’s trying to protect us.”

S’bongile take a breath. “I understand why you would think so, but I don’t believe in superstitions. We have to keep trying until we can get out of this place.”

As S’bongile kneels down and prays again, Adia looks at her silently, not knowing what to do. When her mother gets up and tries to start the car again, Adia looks at her.

“Mom, let’s go back, obviously the car won’t be start!“

S’bongile becomes fed up with the car. They leave it there and go back inside with the clothes.

At night, just as they are sitting around the fire, sangomas emerge from the dark. They come and start dancing at the gate, singing and beating a drum. The sangomas then walk inside, chanting a song.

“There she is!” one of the sorcerers calls out.

S’bongile, Thando, and other family members become confused.

“We have been sent to fetch the daughter because she is called,” says a woman, and as soon as she finishes her words, Adia roars.

“Makhosi!” say the sorcerers to Adia, as she roars and groans. Adia starts to stand up slowly, then just starts chanting all of a sudden.

“Makhosi!!” say the sangomas, beating the drum.

S’bongile has a look of confusion on her face. This is not the life she wants her child to live!

“We’re taking her, we’re going with her!” shouts the woman, who is a sorceress.

“Whoa!” says S’bongile standing up, “Excuse me?”

“She must go and do what is right for her, this is the path she must take, you cannot oppose it!” says Thando, standing in front of S’bongile. “Let her go.”

As S’bongile looks around the crowd, Adia is just dancing and chanting freely.

“Adia! Adia!” shouts S’bongile in desperation, “Adia, you have a bright future ahead of you! You don’t have to follow in your grandmother’s footsteps! You can be whatever you want to be!”

The sangomas take Adia and disappear with her in the darkness of the night, and in the morning, some of the sangomas come and report that she is safe.

Tell us: Do you think we have predetermined paths to that we must take? Why or why not?