The Taste of Our Favourite Song

Yesterday, only yesterday, we danced the dances of our fathers,

Around the burning fire, embracing our ancestral ropes.

Each stomping, tapping, and sliding in honor of our heritage.

Only yesterday, in vibrant wrappers, the women's grace unfolded,

Adorned in beaded jewelry, and breasts held together in pride.

In loincloths, the men swayed with bare chests, in strength, a presence so commanding that their spirits collided.

Only yesterday, we moved to the beats of drums,

The harmony in the keys of the xylophone.

The ululations echoing far and wide,

Stories of our people, woven by our fathers around the fires,

Celebrating the customs that have shaped our world.

Only yesterday, our ancestral spirits were set ablaze through rituals.

The songs on our lips connect us to our roots,

The voices of our mothers remind us of the strength we hold.

Only yesterday, the old men told tales of the wisdom of our ancestors' sage,

Each with ears so attentive, ready to carry on their legacy,

In honor of their past with pride,

With our heritage as our guide.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, we'll continue to dance,

To keep our cultural flame in advance.

#Mariam Salah #The Muse's Notebook