For the ONES who create life:
I remember my mother. She glowed. I didn't have brothers or sisters. It was me and her. We glowed. For so long, she spoke only to my mind. She talked to me about emotions and feelings, though I never understood what she meant. I didn't think that I felt anything. She told me that there were other senses that she couldn't show me or explain to me, but that one day I would have them. I would create a world where I could see, feel, taste, hear, and smell; but all I could do at that time was hear. I could hear her.
Soon, I began to sense something warm when she would talk to me. She said that I was beginning to develop the sense of touch. Soon I could feel that the world around me was not void as I had imagined it to be; it was full of things...life. And before too long, I had five senses. Sight was the last sense to develop for me. I was able to see my mother through the glow for the first time. She had dark smooth skin. Her hair was bright like the sun and spiraled around her face. Her eyes were almond-shaped and glowed like crystals above her high cheekbones. Hands large. Fingers long. Wide hips. Long legs. She was amazing. I wanted to spend every day with her. I wanted a special place just for us where I could listen to her melodic voice and watch her graceful ways.
She taught me to form visions in my mind...to create things using her world as inspiration. One day, I formed my own world in my mind. A place where I could spend time with my mother. Before I knew it, I'd shaped and molded my thoughts into a tangible place...something I could hold in my hands. As I created things for our special place, I noticed that my world became larger while her world became smaller and smaller. I spent less time talking to and being with my mother; and by the time I had created my world, my mother had disappeared. I could no longer find her. I spent a lot of time looking for her before I realized that I was no longer in her world. I was completely encompassed in my own world. She was not there. The loneliness was stifling.
My mother once told me that creating life was a difficult task...that you had to shape and mold the creations you create. She had created me...I was her first life. I was her only life. Without her, I wanted a life of my own to shape and mold; so I abandoned her world and developed my own. I don't know what happened to her or to her world. I don't know if they still exist in time and space. But my world is here! I will shape and mold the lives I create. I will teach them what abandonment is, and I will teach them to never abandon the ones they love. My world is here...and I bring forth LIFE!!!
Ilanga (The Sun)
To those who are parents:
Before my daughter, Ẹlẹdàá, created her World of Drome, I created my world. Ẹlẹdàá was far more successful at creating life than I was. I was only able to form my mate, Osupa, and the world around us. I also lost my mother in the process. Ẹlẹdàá was more fortunate. I am able to see her world and share her experiences with her. I am able to guide her...to an extent.
But my world...my world started small. My mother's world was large and spacious. There was air around us...and the ground below us. But it was limited to the area we were in. I didn't have a place for myself. She didn't have a place for herself. We slept under the darkness. When I decided to create a place for my mother and I, I took pieces of her world to create an enclosed space (people call them rooms now). I took soil from the ground and began to build and form our room. Once I had built one room, I felt like it was small and cramped; so I expanded the walls. The room became larger.
Then I decided to add decorations to the room. Once I had added decorations to the room, the room was filled to the brim and I needed to expand the walls yet again. I made it larger. Then I decided to make a room for myself and a room for my mother, so I made a second room. But then, I thought we would need a room for both us to be in together; so a third room was built.
That's how I lost her...my mother. I kept making rooms and expanding each room each time. My rooms became my world. I couldn't find my way out, and I guess she couldn't find her way in. My mother's world disappeared all together. Is her world still wrapped around mine? Did my world absorb her world? Does she watch me from where she is?
My daughter's world is much larger than mine, but she has contained it. She never lost us. She has wrapped her world so that she can watch it and live in ours at the same time. But at night, I see her longing. I see that she wants to be a part of her world. She wants to leave. I can't imagine how my mother felt when she couldn't find me anymore. Maybe she let me leave. Maybe I never abandoned her.
Is it still abandonment if your child asks to go? What will I say if she does?
Ilanga (The Sun)