A letter to OYA…
Today I give honor to one of my mothers. I have not forgotten you, Oya. Many people have put away their orisa when they make Ifa. I have not, Mother. I know 18 years have passed. I still love you, honor and respect you as I did yesterday, when I didn’t have Ifa. You have done so much for me; when man has failed to lift me as well as my own birth mother… you did so. When my own brothers and sisters had forgotten me and treated me as a stranger…you didn’t. You and the other orisa (Obatala, Oshun, Sango, Yemaya, etc.) have been there for me since the beginning of my existence. You have taught me so much in a short time and you have carried me such a far distance in this world. You have saved me from destruction and you have removed the assholes that were in my life. You brought the ancestors to all my initiations including the one where the elders gave me my first name OchaBi. I was named after one of the greatest women in our faith. Maferefun Oya! No, Mother, I have not forgotten you. I love you…So today is the day I tell the world a little bit about your greatness in my life…. OYA
To Oya with love
