Yaaba (Grandma’s Love)

Bila et Yaaba

 

Living on ground

Yaaba walked

Bless the earth

Yaaba saw

Harvesting fruits

Yaaba planted

 

I am blessed

I am truly blessed

For the air I breathe

I am blessed

By Yaaba’s kindness

 

Her skin like the sun

Purifies my path

Shines my way

Bliss from Yaaba’s smiles

Leaves my soul full

 

Yaaba I love you

Till the rising of my soul

Till the rebirth of my spirit

I love you

For all the struggles you endured

I love you

For the night’s showers

I love you

 

Yaaba, your love

will last me

till I see my final light

Your strength

will find me

till I reunite with your glowing shine

 

Morning Season

Visited the shrines

Not the wicked ones

Earth and my people’s way

Where heritage rested,

Where inheritance is found

There where seasons are made

From the moving of voice

To the pilgrimage of my people’s spirits

To the sun, I behold my life