The drums sound while we all gather
deep in the woods, huddled together


In secrecy this gathering unfolds
To embrace the ancestors
The young to the old


Those gone before us
Now on the spiritual planes
Guiding, protecting
We honour their names


The priests and the priestesses
Gather some water
We call on their names
Of each son and each daughter


This all takes place
Within the midnight hours
We ask for protection
For the Almighty’s powers


We remember the Earth
So that seedlings will grow
The rivers and seas
And the wind breeze that blows


Remembering all things
In this great Universe
Mama Africa – we decree
One must always immerse



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