Omo Orisa - American Ifa

I am a child of Orisa

Esu stands up for me

At each and every reading

Guiding me, protecting me, loving me

Quietly, whispering truth to me

And if there is a need scolding me oh yes indeed

I am a child of Orisa

Omo Obatala

Whose light shines bright like the northern star

Owner of all crown chakras and ori

I’m so proud that He claimed me

Said baby you must never be a slave of a slave

And came home with me before I got made

Creator of humans, He bought light to the night

No straddling the fence you betta come right

Meferafun Obatala He who owns all that is white

Olokun too is here with me

Olokun Olokun owner of the sea

Nobody knows ‘bout all your mysteries

They try to measure your depth and study your breadth, but all efforts equate to a giant misstep

Because just when they think they have reached the very bottom of the sea

Olokun opens up and makes them travel more deeply

More darkly and inevitably, they have to scream

“The sea is just a great mystery”

And I smile and say

That’s Olokun Awade

Omo Orisa

I have my warriors here with me

Esu, Ogun, Ochossi and Osun

Who will fight for me, protect me and if you mess with me

I’ll tell my Babas and they’ll get you for me

But they do not uphold what ain’t right

They can spot deception in the dead of night

So don’t be acting like they will defend you just because

Or that they will bestow on you some type of blind love

Oh no no no not these ones right here

Their warth is something you ought to fear

So I keep them happy serving them every week

Offering rum, smoke, palm oil and oriki

Asking for guidance in life and forgiveness for my wrongs

And ending with a kiss and a praise song

Now most recently, Orunmila called for me and named me Abetebi

What a great honor and responsibility

Hand in hand I’m in the service of Ifa

The wife of the great and knowledgeable Orunmila

Making sure his area is clean

And that His guests are comfortable until they are seen

Oh don’t think that means to you I’m in servitude

And that because I may serve you, you can give me attitude

My position is one that demands much respect

Disrespect me and watch my Baba get vexed

If you really want to challenge me or try to mess me around

My Baba will swiftly correct you and I won’t need to make a sound

Every four days I give extra praise by dutifully doing Dafa

Giving honor, love and glory to the magnificent Orula

I bow down and kiss the mat and to Him I joyfully say

I love you with all my heart Baba Aboru, Aboye, Abosise

Oma Orisa

Soon I will be knocking on Ocha’s door

Begging for secrets, tools and more

Taking up the mantle and doing duties of a priest

Tirelessly, relentlessly battling the beast

Building a museum for the Gods that love me so

With Orisa by my side as high as Orun I can go

Oh how I love this culture its my life, my love and breath

I will forever be in service even long after my death

And when I become an ancestor sent to assist my seed

To their soul I will whisper, Orisa and Ifa is all you’ll ever need

Ase!