Eli Peazant: What’re we supposed to remember, Nana? How, at one time, were we able to protect those we loved? How, in Africa world, we were kings and queens and built great big cities?
Nana Peazant: Eli, I’m trying to learn you how to touch your own spirit. I’m fighting for my life and I’m fighting for your’n. Look in my face! I’m trying to give you something to take North with you, along with all your great big dreams! Count on those old Africans, Eli, they come to you when you least expect ’em. They hug you up quick and soft as the warm sweet wind. Let them old souls come into you, hardy-like. Let them touch you with the hand of time, let them feed your head with wisdom that came from this day in time. Cuz when you leave this island, Eli Peazant, you ain’t goin’ to no land of milk and honey.