The Hanging soot

In my language-we call it Murari,
decades of wood smoke makes one,
a fire place with no makeover breeds many.
And so back then in the days,
Billows of thick carbon smoke made soot
And wood burnt as babes waited for yams to boil,
it also made a perfect setting for night stories,
stories of Cain and Abel,
and the swell of grudge between them.
so when a warning came not to go out at night,
it was that you don't dare move out in the dark,
lest you meet Cain in one of his transworld treks-
and accidentally steps on you.
Now,that sent shivers down our spines
and were' better of enduring the hanging soot,
in my grandmas' hut,
than risk huge Cain's step.