We zip through the crowd while celebrants thrust and shimmy by our sides. Though part of me wants to cry, I crane my neck to take in the crowd, craving their joy, their life.
The children of Orïsha dance like there’s no tomorrow, each step praising the gods. Their mouths glorify the rapture of liberation, their hearts sing the Yoruba songs of freedom. My ears dance at the words of my language, words I once thought I’d never heard outside my head. They seem to light up the air with their delight.It’s like the whole world can breathe again.
This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is that it reminds me of the culture that people use in the world as peace and respect
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