The tale of the first kizoyus , narrated by the venerable djēli (djé-éli) ZA Anãela Mamake.

This text tells us that several tens of thousands of cycles ago, the Celestial messenger MU IDA (Mou I-da) descended from the stars in the form of a twelve-foot-tall Elder, with the mission of guiding the First Peoples by teaching them art, speech, love, and the essence of life.

However, upon his descent to earth, it was his head that hit the ground first, and he suffered amnesia, which made him forget who he was, his name, where he came from, and even the language of the Gods.

Without any landmarks, he traveled the expanses of this young world; from the jungle to the most arid desert, without aim, before coming across a panther with silver fur and pupils.

The feline told her that she felt lonely because no one in the animal kingdom wanted to associate with her, as she was unlike them. The worst part was that even the Ancients feared her because they couldn't understand her speech. They only heard muffled roars when she tried to approach and communicate with them.

Mu Ida also felt alone. Like the panther, he was unlike anyone else in these foreign lands, and what's more, having forgotten his own origins, he was unable to remember who he was or why he was there. He then asked the panther if she would travel the world with him, for perhaps his memory would return in the company of his new friend.

With the greatest satisfaction, the panther accepted. They thus traveled, for several cycles, through the forests, fields, mountains, and deserts of the world, hiding from the Ancients who tried to kill them as soon as they saw them.

However, Mu Ida and the panther were quite different in several ways. The Celestial did not need to feed and never slept. He did not age and did not suffer from the heavy heat of the orbea or the icy cold of the night. He was content to be and watch the world change around him. Yet, he felt something awakening within him, that one and only thing that seemed to change his person.

Her faithful friend, the panther, fed on meat and had to take life to sustain herself. She fell asleep during the orb and woke up at sunset. Her character, however, remained unchanged, always amazed by the world around her, as if she discovered the view each time she woke up.

Her fur, meanwhile, seemed to change colour depending on her mood: white, speckled with red circles when she felt happy, or yellowish when she felt fear. It could also turn black when a mixture of feelings of gratitude, melancholy, and indefinable love invaded her.

When she slept, her gleaming silvery-white fur returned, as if she were being reborn. However, as the cycles passed, her coat darkened, eventually remaining a dark gray, with slight variations depending on her mood. One morning, the panther asked Mu Ida if he would give her offspring before life abandoned her, and the Celestial agreed. However, neither of them could guess what would come of it.
To their great astonishment, from this union were born three children, who stole their mother's life, unable to survive birth.

Thus was born GALĀT (Ga-la-at), the one who is rumoured to have named himself. He is described in his most majestic form, seated, his claws grasping a blazing sun, his two immense obsidian wings spread, disproportionate, far exceeding the size of his own body. His head and forepart are those of a golden eagle, while his hindquarters reveal the features of a large feline.

This Primordial Spirit is often perceived as a near-omnipotent figure. He is the guardian of time and space, keeper of the secrets of divination. Shamans invoke him in their rituals to remove the veil of future cycles.

The Celestial gave his second child the name MĀT (Ma-at). MĀT is depicted as a slender, feline figure, crowned with a humanoid head with coppery, androgynous contours. Ruler of the realm of dreams and night, MĀT is also known for appearing where he is least expected and helping young, lost souls.
He is the one who, according to the many works written about him, never had a metaphysical body as one could imagine.

Finally, the last of the children is named MAKŪTA (Ma-kou-ou-ta). He is embodied in the form of a black panther, whose body is studded with myriads of luminous eyes, scattered like so many stars across his silhouette.

The descendants of MAKŪTA are called mingwas today. Giant panthers, fearsome felines, only my father, the king of the alkebs, RË Xangó Mamake, one of the Kizoyu, the most powerful to have walked this earth, can boast of having been able to penetrate the mind of one of these legendary creatures.

The mingwa, unfathomable to all others, then became the emblem of our clan and the symbol of the strength of our lineage.