Chapter 4: Obatala
Elderly orisha dressed in white.
Skin so dark and reflects the light.
Wise creator of the African race,
I call you to my sacred space.
I wish to connect to your kin.
To know the hearts of black men and women.
I am here to defy harmful convention,
To break away from useless tradition.
I shall not be fettered by any chain.
From your world I will not abstain.
Upon my nature, I shall always act.
So, with you I make this pact.
On my wayward journey, you will guide.
To bridge the gap within racial divide.
Give to me your wisdom this hour.
As I salute Olorun's supreme power.
In exchange, I shall dutifully record,
The lessons I learn on my own accord.
I shake your hand as the deal is made.
Contracts unneeded, but a cost is paid.
A friendship created between two sides.
One that will not fade with the tides.
Obatala, with an offering you will go.
In my knowledge, I shall grow.
But before you depart, I have one more request.
Send love to Oshun on my behest.
The lovely orisha dressed in yellow,
Who's caught the eye of this yearning fellow.
Perhaps one day, I'll get her attention.
Or maybe win over her affection.
For now, I bid thee a great farewell.
I thank you, for this meeting has been swell.
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