Remember.
400+ years of Jesus named boats
The real saviors crucified
for me they died,
sacrilegiously afloat… … GO IN…The Dance of the Whispered Symphony: An Original Poem by iiiYansaje T. Muse

The weather was cloudy that year…Oya’s presence felt more fierce this year than Her usual sunny breezes. She even put three ancestral warriors on the front and back of my skirt, and a crown that resembled a cloud. … GO IN…Sankofa 2018: The Turnaround Trip, the Cemetery, and the Black and White Dog

They were a blur of spinning white, as if they became a physical embodiment of Oya’s whirlwind. She saw me too, but danced in the other direction, running away from me. It was to no avail. Oya was already on her path. We danced around each other for a few more drumbeats until Oya planted our feet face to face. We embraced, and I allowed my spirit to speak to hers in words I cannot recall. She received greatly, and a sisterhood was born. … GO IN…Sankofa Mewa Entry 7: (2016) Who Dis Woman?! featuring Nana Sula Spirit