Random Experiences - 2022

To Our Mothers - 29/10/2022

To the ancestral mothers who screamed from stakes and bled from stones, it's still a harsh world, but some of us finally live in peace.

We sit and laugh with our sisters and kindreds under the open skies. We don't talk in whispers anymore. When we make our prayers, the chants of our existence are louder than the howls of oppression.

When we pour out libation at market squares, it's with the 'dun dun' sound of batá drums and the ecstatic dance of Oya as she rides the boisterous wind through our bodies.

Once, you ran in fear. Now, we run in freedom. You can now rest. We finally found home within ourselves, and amongst ourselves. You can now sleep.

From the field of your prayers watered by rivers of your blood, sheltering oaks have sprouted and bloomed. Rest now. The call we hear is a call to feast.

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