oxun (oshun)

when i was a young boy

i was raised in africa

in a little village

deep in the heart of kenya

i remember one time

i was outside hunting game

when i heard the thunder

of a storm that frightened me

suddenly

all around me darkness

and i could feel

something evil near me

closing in

so i started running

i tried to hide

but it overcame me

i became a prisoner of

the spell that entered me

and the same thing happened

to my friends and family

in the year that followed

drought and famine filled the land

many days of sorrow

endless nights of burning pain

suddenly

a light appeared before me

and i could see

the virgin shining on me

and in her arms

was the child inside me

and i could feel

everlasting freedom all around me