Sankofa 2013: TAXI !!!!!!!
Was I really going to ignore my ancestors after they had been calling me to the water all year? Hell...infatically….no.
Was I really going to ignore my ancestors after they had been calling me to the water all year? Hell...infatically….no.
Although I wasn't there, I still heard the drums in between sobs. What is it about the caravan than makes me feel it like this when I miss it?
Then, it happened. The masquerade prophecies as told through an Egungun priest. He ripped through the crowd like a tornado, delivering messages to whomever was divinely appointed to receive.
I meditated on what sacrifice and offerings meant to me. Usually, the first thing to came to my mind was the sacrifice of Christ. It dissolved into visions of crosses…