Ask Bast

You may know of my from my greatest creation, T’Challa.

Or the country’s genius, Shuri.

You may also know of my other shining achievements—General Okoye, War Dog Nakia, Queen Mother Ramonda--

Even the ones who prefer Hanuman, like M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe.

But many outside of home know me best for the one creation that changed the course of Wakanda forever. Erik N’Jadaka Stevens.

You are welcome.

Now that we have shown ourselves to the outside world, showing the compassion I have been trying to hint at for centuries, I have decided to bless the halls of Tumblr with my wisdom and guidance.

Ask me about anything. Wakanda, the people, the world, my opinions, or my advice.

Just do not disrespect me. I am still a Goddess and do not take kindly to impertinence.

T’Chaka’s greatest crime was against his nephew. The actions both he and his brother took against each other were handled when both of them were in my ancestral plane.

But first, of course, I made T’Chaka live out every second of N’Jadaka’s memory from the second he found his father’s body.

Forgive me, mntwana wam, I almost thought you were putting the onus on me to heal the wounds mankind has bestowed upon themselves.

It’s a strange thing, being the goddess of war and fertility, that is to say, life. Within N’Jadaka was the greatest battle between both, and when war won out, creation of life was a foreign memory to him.

I did my best to reach him. To send him signs that could dissuade him from the worst of himself. But he is a stubborn man, whose pain made him a weapon, and whose determination for justic outweighed any hope for peace.