Not long ago, while going through my old journals and notes, I found I this entry that I had made years ago. It touched my heart then and it touches my heart now. It’s about the Ubuntu tribe in Africa, recognized for its kindness and humanity.
Your Song by Tolba Phanem (African Poet)
“When a woman of a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, goes to the jungle with other women, and together they pray and meditate until you get to “The song of the child.”
When a child is born, the community gets together and they sing their song. Thus, when the child begins his education, people get together and he sings his song. When you become an adult, they get together again and sing. When it comes to your wedding, the person hears his song. Finally, when your soul is going from this world, family and friends are approaching and, like his birth, sing their song to accompany it in the “journey”.
In this African tribe, there is another occasion when men sing the song. If at some point the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, take you to the center of town and the people of the community form a circle around her. Then they sing “your song.” The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment, is the love and memory of his true identity. When we recognize our own song, since we have no desire or need to hurt anyone.
Your friends know “your song”. And sing when you forget it. Those who love you can not be fooled by mistakes you have committed, or dark images you show to others. They remember your beauty as you feel ugly, your total when you’re broke, your innocence when you feel guilty and your purpose when you’re confused.”
Reading it again I wondered, “ What is my song?” and “What makes my heart sing?’’ and… which song would bring me back if I needed to remember? I thought and thought, several came up but the one that that came around what the one that my mother taught me. I recall having sung over and over again and it still echo es within me. “ This little light of mine”. Over and over I would sing, “This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine”. This was so amazing. My mother through these beautiful lyrics taught to celebrate myself and my dazzling self. Little did I know at that time how she had empowered me to be my unique self, with my unique vibration and energy. She subtlety showed the magnificence my own light… a gift from the Creator which we all have.
And, today, as I remember my old song and repeat the lyrics over and over again I know that I AM an amazing Divine being empowered with God’s light and love. Thank you Mom. May you bring me back with my song when I need it!!
I hope that you remember your hearts song and sing it often … and one day when a need a reminder may your loved ones sing it for you and bring you back.