It is March 11th, 2023.
Ma distina luei baranale. I’m not far from the Ocean.
I’ve just learned that this is a very important day. Weiriti weyu le uguñebai. Today is a very important day.
Today is the day of exile when the surviving imprisoned Garifuna were sent from Balliceaux to Roatan, Honduras. I’ve been asked to offer a libation for my stolen Ancestors.
I say yes. Of course I say yes but I am of two minds.
This is a ceremony I don’t generally practice but still, the voice inside says yes. I draw on what I’ve come to learn in the Arrivals process: to say yes and let the ceremony arrive. The song arrives just in time.
Eejay jay Ori O.
The voice and drums of Yoruban collaborator Olalekan. Adedokun.
Mo da ọtí yìí fún apọnle àti iyì fún àwọn bàbà ńlá wa ti àwọn fi ipá mú kúrò ní ilẹ ibi wọn. Fún àwọn tí ẹ̀mi wọn sọnù nínú irinajo àti àwọn tí wọn wá láàyè mo mọ riri yín, mo sì ṣe apọnle yín o.
Then the language of my Ancestors… in concert with by my Garifuna teacher Milton Guity.
Nadügüñein aderegehaní le houn Wayunagu, chagawatiña laü éregu hageiragien. Hawagu sun ha afeidirúbaña ganalirugu, hawagu giñe sun ha erederubaña, Inébesei luagu sun sügü le gádabadün.
Finally, in English my birth language. I pour this libation for our ancestors forced off their homeland. For those who were lost on the journey and for those who remained I honour you and the sacrifices you made.