Africa Haiku on the Journey

It feels like nothing

Yields in this land

Until the Sweat pours

Note to Self: I was surprised when I embarked on my

ancestral healing journey in Africa, the land began to speak to

me in Haiku. Note - I had never written a Haiku in my life.

This one came to me after being in Ghana for many

months and witnessing the ingenuity of the people and how

hard they had to work for everything. There was much suffering, but much

resiliency and genius. I remember helping the fisher

men bring in their catch of the day. There was a line of fifteen of men

chanting, and pulling the rope attached to the net. I was placed in the line.

I chanted and pulled the line of the

fishing net with them. The sun was baking hot. I poured with sweat. I felt

an electrical wave of togetherness pulsate through the line. That moment

changed me. Waters, land, people brought the lesson of we are together.

A lesson that kept on showing its face in multi ways during my journey.