For them, the ancestors who lay in unmarked graves.
Who are part of oceans.
Who braved the storms.
Who stayed the course.
Whose air we breathe.
Who consciousness resides in us.
Who created cosmologies
symbolising life and light.
Who shaped destiny
so we can walk upright in spirit and soul.
Who were initiated by water and fire.
Who believed, one day that we would be free,
standing as living oracles.
Standing as living testaments of their struggles,
transmitting their legacies, evoking their names.
Because one day we will be ancestors,
a part of oceans yearning to be free