Metal And Fiya!

In the witchin hours in the month of September,I stood blindfolded ,surrounded in the sacred forests of the Congo,where eventually every Warrior must go.My Ancestrial pull was so forceful and strong that I myself found at the door of my Munanzo,knowing deep in my heart this is where I belonged.My Godfather was to the right of me,and my Godmother to the left,I was walking my last steps to meet Death,burying the old me,releasing my last breath.The Drum of Affliction sounded off,sounding ancient and wise.Reversed vision looking into my own soul because of blindfolded eyes.This is where ego,spirit,soul,and body seperate and faith is enforced!Doubts,what ifs are tossed around,trying to grasp hold of mortal concepts of all that is taking place.Tears and sweat trickle down my face ,as i jourrney back through space and time, where my Ancestors stood proud to recieve their scars of initiation.Boyhood, to Man, to Warrior,all these things beign forged together by Metal and Fiya!The sounds of stone against metal,prayers in Kikongo,beating of the drum ,my heart numbs as the spirits ofPalo Mayombe take over my being...