Honour your roots.
Honour your father.
Honour your mother.
And when they are gone, don’t let the cemetery become the only physical place where their memory lives.
Aside from their burial ground, build a small place of remembrance wherever you are.
It could be a small garden… a tree planted in their name… a quiet corner in your home… or a little space where their names continue to breathe.
Our ancestors understood this.
This was once part of how many of our ancestors understood remembrance, until colonialism and foreign religions taught generations of Africans to fear many ancestral practices.
Our practices were demonized.
People once created spaces where the memory of those who came before them remained present.
In Vietnam, ancestor altars remain an important feature of many homes.
Japan has the butsudan… a household Buddhist altar commonly associated with remembering deceased family members.
Korea has jesa… memorial rites performed for ancestors.
Different forms of ancestral remembrance remain among Chinese communities across Singapore and Southeast Asia, and across parts of Latin America.
A grave marks where someone was laid to rest... A place of remembrance marks where their memory continues to live.
Many of you buried your parents in places you cannot easily travel to whenever you want to give them their flowers, remember them, pour libation or simply sit quietly with their memory.
Give the next generation something physical that connects them to their roots and people who came before them.
Afamefuna…
May my name never be lost.
Let my name not die when I die.
Find your way back to your roots…
You inherited a history in which people came to Africa carrying their own definitions of God, civilisation and culture, and treated what they did not understand as evil.
Not everything our ancestors did was right... But you are old enough now to examine your inheritance for yourself… to know what deserves to remain buried and what deserves to come back to life... Because sometimes what you were taught to run away from is exactly where a missing piece of your identity is waiting for you.
Your power did not begin with you. It came from somewhere.
Know where you come from.
Ki oruko mi ma ku pelu mi.
You will blow past everybody at a rapid rate bc so many years have been stolen from you due to manipulation and witchcraft. You might go global overnight. You even look younger than you are bc you were siphoned from for so long and ALL of that energy is returning. What was stolen INCLUDING time, money, energy, experiences and relationships are being returned and restored to you and these will be solid bc you know who you are and what you’re worth now. Your only job is to stay healthy and expect the best. It’s already on the way.