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A Return to the Gods

A Return to the Gods G. Bumawu Fiawoo The sacred cows of India Are holy to the Hindus; But what is holy to me? The holy water of the priest? The bread and wine? Oh! The palm oil Too, is holy. Oh! The sacrificial cock Too, is holy. I turned to the sun, Our father ' s spirit, And raised a calabash Of water and com flour In praise to the ancestral gods, And went to the seashore To take a secret bath Of purification and purity. The gods were very pleased, And I promised to sing songs; But the gods do not forget, And after many years of absence, The gods wake me up with songs. I will sing songs forever. As my feet keep the beat, My body shall move in dance. Be it songs of sorrow, Be it songs of joy, I must sing and dance, For the gods have demanded it. Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/black-sacred-music/article-pdf/1/1/62/791821/62fiawoo.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 13 February 2021 http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Black Sacred Music Duke University Press

A Return to the Gods

Black Sacred Music , Volume 1 (1) – Mar 1, 1987

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Copyright
© Copyright 1987 JBSM/Jon Michael Spencer
ISSN
1043-9455
eISSN
2640-9879
DOI
10.1215/10439455-1.1.62
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Abstract

G. Bumawu Fiawoo The sacred cows of India Are holy to the Hindus; But what is holy to me? The holy water of the priest? The bread and wine? Oh! The palm oil Too, is holy. Oh! The sacrificial cock Too, is holy. I turned to the sun, Our father ' s spirit, And raised a calabash Of water and com flour In praise to the ancestral gods, And went to the seashore To take a secret bath Of purification and purity. The gods were very pleased, And I promised to sing songs; But the gods do not forget, And after many years of absence, The gods wake me up with songs. I will sing songs forever. As my feet keep the beat, My body shall move in dance. Be it songs of sorrow, Be it songs of joy, I must sing and dance, For the gods have demanded it. Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/black-sacred-music/article-pdf/1/1/62/791821/62fiawoo.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 13 February 2021

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Black Sacred MusicDuke University Press

Published: Mar 1, 1987

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