Portents, Omens, Prognostications
Ooooooo Mama
I am shaking the bones
flipping the cards
casting the coconuts
rattling the pods
head thrown back
hands in the air
embodying the
Come to Me
horsetail whisking whisking whisking
Ooooooo Mama
slit eyes through tobacco smoke
beads swinging
skirts gathered spinning spinning spinning
My eyes bleed nine colors
Shhhhhh baby Mama’s here
let’s do that dance that we do
OYA is an Orisha and Goddess originating in Yoruba. Her Feast Day in Lukumi and Santeria is February 2. She is the wind, tornadoes, and the owner of the marketplace. OYA lives at the gates of the cemetery and where you see lightning, you see OYA!
The Goddess and Orisha OYA Portal Page for More Resources
This poem gave me chills. Beautifully written, Kimberly!
Thank you SO much, Jennifer! 🙂 I love that Mama OYA!
I can tell! I felt her spirit running through you in this 🙂