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THE BEAUTIFUL TRADITION OF IFA ORISHA AND MISTAKEN INFORMATION

The Yoruba people of South Western Nigeria has been practicing the tradition of Ifa/orisha for over ten thousand years. Ile Ife, Nigeria is where the great Orunmila, owner of the sacred  Ifa Oracle first descended. Ile Ife is our Garden of Eden (I abhor making this reference, but I do for easier understanding). The tradition got to the new world through the African Holocaust, the Trans Atlantic Slave trade, otherwise known as Slavery. The slaves (some were Babalawo's and initiates) who arrived in Cuba put together whatever they could remember of the orishas and practiced the tradition secretly and hid the Orishas in catholic saints, because they being captured and turned into Slaves had to practice the religion of their oppressors, which was Christianity, as most people were forced into Christianity. Sango became Santa Barbara, and Ogun Saint Peter and so on, Osun, La Caridad de Cobre and so on. All Orishas are African, and remember civilization began on that great continent, so truth be told, we are all Africans. ...

The Yoruba people of South Western Nigeria has been practicing the tradition of Ifa/orisha for over ten thousand years. Ile Ife, Nigeria is where the great Orunmila, owner of the sacred  Ifa Oracle first descended. Ile Ife is our Garden of Eden (I abhor making this reference, but I do for easier understanding). The tradition got to the new world through the African Holocaust, the Trans Atlantic Slave trade, otherwise known as Slavery. The slaves (some were Babalawo's and initiates) who arrived in Cuba put together whatever they could remember of the orishas and practiced the tradition secretly and hid the Orishas in catholic saints, because they being captured and turned into Slaves had to practice the religion of their oppressors, which was Christianity, as most people were forced into Christianity. Sango became Santa Barbara, and Ogun Saint Peter and so on, Osun, La Caridad de Cobre and so on. All Orishas are African, and remember civilization began on that great continent, so truth be told, we are all Africans. ...

DONNETTE, TO MY SURPRISE!

I met Donnette, my sister, from my father years after I had first found out about her, read Tying/Binding to you, a tale of Obeah/Juju. I was living with my children along with the Nanny and my junior sister. The wicked baby father was around still and I had my hair salon which was doing very well. My dad called me one day while I was working in my shop. He told me that Donnette, whom I have never met, had been given a visa and was coming to America. I was curious as to how he knew, since I knew or thought they had no contact with each other. Daddy explained that she had contacted one of his eleven brothers and sisters and had gotten his phone number. My father sounded happy, as he had always carried a guilt with him of having no relationship with his first born due to the Obeah which her mother did in her attempt of holding him to her forever. I too was excited at the thought of meeting this woman who was much older than me, but was such a mystery to me. She was my sister, my blood, regardless if she did not pass through the same birthing passage as I. I asked my dad where was she staying and he answered "with me of course", I chuckled and begged him to allow her to stay with me.  He told me if she agreed then so be it. Daddy picked her up from the airport and brought her to his home. My mom welcomed her, but as I have always told you in my post my mother was no ordinary woman, and even though she kept mum, she had an eerie feeling about this woman but kept it to herself .  ...

I met Donnette, my sister, from my father years after I had first found out about her, read Tying/Binding to you, a tale of Obeah/Juju. I was living with my children along with the Nanny and my junior sister. The wicked baby father was around still and I had my hair salon which was doing very well. My dad called me one day while I was working in my shop. He told me that Donnette, whom I have never met, had been given a visa and was coming to America. I was curious as to how he knew, since I knew or thought they had no contact with each other. Daddy explained that she had contacted one of his eleven brothers and sisters and had gotten his phone number. My father sounded happy, as he had always carried a guilt with him of having no relationship with his first born due to the Obeah which her mother did in her attempt of holding him to her forever. I too was excited at the thought of meeting this woman who was much older than me, but was such a mystery to me. She was my sister, my blood, regardless if she did not pass through the same birthing passage as I. I asked my dad where was she staying and he answered "with me of course", I chuckled and begged him to allow her to stay with me.  He told me if she agreed then so be it. Daddy picked her up from the airport and brought her to his home. My mom welcomed her, but as I have always told you in my post my mother was no ordinary woman, and even though she kept mum, she had an eerie feeling about this woman but kept it to herself .  ...