 I had never met most of these people before. They stood around my mother and screamed at her. They were screaming the language of my father's tribe, a language he had never taught his American-born children. My aunt, sister, and I sat on a staircase eavesdropping. There was a church member translating for my mom who also comes from a different tribe than my father. We were able to make out that my mother was either being accused of not doing enough to keep my father alive or actively trying to kill him through juju.