Saida : “Dance the Secret”

Saida : “Dance the Secret”

Coming through the door
We feel with and through our bodies
But cannot see with our eyes
Transitions
Herbs, insense
A healer needed to cross the water
Slaughter a chicken for the Gods
Silver coins and a clay pot
Sweet taste of salt
Sweet smell of dates
Black seed oil, with white sand
Islamic scriptures, a call to prayer
Call the Gods to beat the drums
Feminine now, I
Dance the Maasai
Dance the Arab
Dance the Somali
Dance the secret that
I became the woman that I am
I always was
Its morning
Masala coffee, mixed bhadji
Salt Lassi
Tomorrow!

 

© photos and text,  Sokari Ekine 2018

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