A bite of a Snake is not one to play with, is not one to dance with. When you see it coming, you better run away.
A bite of Snake is why I ‘m crying, why I ‘m praying, why I ‘m singing. You better run away.
A bite of Snake smells like money, taste like mocha, drips like honey. You better run away.
Ediambolo Yindja Fungula
Since the beginning of time, the heart of mankind has overcome or perished in the many smiling, deceiving faces of evil and adversity. This is the story of four women born oceans apart, from different generations and cultures, yet bound by their African roots/decent and, of course, the unavoidable human condition of falling prey to the enticing trap known as the bite of the serpent. Some are bitten by surprise, unaware of the evil that lurks. Some are bitten for they have nowhere to run. And, still, others fall in an attempt to play charmer to the serpent. These women's interactions with each other and the world reveal challenges that leave each one begging to question if there is a silver lining, or if this poisonous/toxic cloud has marked the beginnings of her demise.