The day will come when the people will know of your importance and you, in turn, will understand the burden of this knowledge. One day you’ll understand that it wasn’t by chance that the school got strange and you found it strange, you came ready Ekede from time, Makota from you, and the crazy thing is that I knew something there was true, that I could read lips and thoughts and this made me live isolated sometimes by sheer will of mine perhaps. I never wanted infants by my side, my ego told me: You are great, live your greatness, let go of infants. The mirror threw this in my face when I complained about lack of friends.
– It was you who pushed them away.
This has always been a not very good direction, but I needed it, I thought too much and I already realized that the mother was not happy, she needed a lot of money as she always said, I wanted to help her and see her happy , it was very naive of me. Today I know how all that was lost, and I knew the way to get her back I met Sankofa.
Have you ever wondered if the universe had had the malice to fulfill all my desires, imagine that I wanted to have a business called an oil well, to solve poverty, a skinny little girl, half green half yellow, full of worms, a specter that mother saved with alcohol, garlic and prayers, a smiling, black, ugly, almost dead and persevering child. Imagine if I had found my well, maybe Ataliba didn’t even exist anymore, the delusions of a Capricorn woman, this being from the tenth house who follows her path. People are always looking for gold and work, always climbing above themselves the cave of time just to see what’s in the world on the other side. Then comes the peace and perhaps the late conformation, a slight depression, then I start again, always. You can’t separate work and faith in my case, Capricorn’s perseverance never rests, one day everything will be true, whether the Greens like it or not, but today, even though it’s painful, it’s necessary to keep the word given.
The sun rose early and a dark barrier threatens, I think it’s going to rain, Evandro went to New York and stayed, someone in the family got sick and we’re not going to visit, this makes me miss other times. In 1970, at this time, we would all be on our way: mother in the front with a machete, Dona Maria Preta with the leaves, the great lady with her bible at the ready, and the others. Beating the bush, telling a story, exploring the waterfall and giving wings to my imagination. Following the walk, I never went back myself, no one was left behind, Lulu, Neguinho, The doll, our dogs went too. Doll was Dona Zefa’s dog, whoever had a cat had to carry them in their arms, adults told horrible stories about them, they liked their arms and heights. Sometimes, in the middle of the procession, an armadillo, a tegu, a cavy would appear, and that’s it, the dogs would get deep into the grass and forgot that we were going to visit someone, sometimes even the women would abandon their fate and run like animals after other animals. to add to the basket of chickens and eggs they already brought. It was Ogum or Oxossi who entered them, often through the wind, just for them to let go of the stories that never worked, at the end of the hunt there were sagas and more sagas.
– See comadre, I got close to the animal, I’m getting faster, don’t you think?
– Ah, if we catch him Maria, I have a pumpkin at home to add to the broth.
A break in the middle of the tour, right there in the woods, to suck cane, take off the mites and scratch yourself.
Nobody knew we were on our way, maybe the enchanted one would let him know, it was expected that someone would play this role in life or… Then he was happy to continue, full of adventure, punishing a gain of grass fat between his teeth. Each one with their own reality and dreams apart, we continued to lead and lead. Who would have thought that one day we would exchange everything for sfiha and hamburger, who would have thought, the forest is gone. It must be after this that we stopped visiting our sick people, fear entered us, we live sick too. Sometimes I regret wanting to know so much, our mother’s table had what we ate all year or what we kept in cans, then, wherever I went, there had to be a sweet roll on top of the fridge full of fruit, a turkey, and the usual, panettone was something so sacred that it was easier for people to sin than to open the box before its time, past, past. The greatse said: “Worst days will come” and the mother crossed herself, but today reality knocks at the door, today I’m living on excuses.
– I’m sorry, I overslept.
It’s the sofa assembler who misses the hour for the fifth time, but he gave the word that he would finish the job, he gave the floor, how much is the word worth? As the word of someone who has no word reverberates in this spectacle of service provision, am I now petty? If so, I don’t deserve the titles of nobility mentioned above, and I can throw away the knowledge of the forest diploma that Ossain granted me. We were beating the machete in the clearing and the capital without words appeared in the open clearing, when we discovered the harm they were doing us, we tried to close the portal, but we were already hooked by the wi-fi, there is no turning back, not even throwing rock salt.
In the past, going into the forest, the subject was already about some people who did not follow through, that’s why we went from house to house to bring help and company, there we listened, they talked, laughed, cried, cooked, filled the pantry provision, rotated on their heels and went back to work. I grew up like this, seeing how it’s done and telling a story, leave that I’m going to ride on the carousel of destiny. I grew up hearing and seeing that our arts are things of life through the mouths of our mothers, they are the glories of Ataliba.
– Mother, I want to be a fulfilled daughter in front of your power.
Like a river flowing into the ultimate sea, I walked for several minutes in the hypermarket aisle with three hundred grams of ground beef in the cart, I could only adopt that tray if I had forty-eight reais. Where are the women who will fight the bush to break their hunger? There are no excuses not to help, the time is now, the time is to leave the tour around your own navel and do something, feel the pain of the other and help.
I came through Duque de Caxias, I came across a concentration camp there, a city of tents within the city of São Paulo, at the foot of the statue of the murderer who gave the avenue its name, he is always imposing, is up there mounted on his grimy horse with the sword that killed blacks and natives, at the ready. You’ve already mastered the West, you can now go down and help put an end to maafa, this collective disgrace that comes from you. The people there in the tents came from several trails expelled from somewhere, this situation needs to change for us to have a happy one, I don’t know what it is, it’s wrong to want to have only one happy day in life. And honestly, damn anyone who doesn’t do what he says, the day that the pain of mine doesn’t have any effect on me, please help me, I’ll be very sick. And if happiness is something you can buy, that we can all have a way to buy it, without waiting for someone to bring it, and it’s good that someone brings it. There are days on my birthday I feel very sad about all this, the pain of the other hurts me. I’m not happy, but I’m hopeful, it’s just what I have and what makes me strong, I hope that my word is kept somewhere, if this happens, and it will happen somewhere, glades of hope will open and people and nature will live, this is the burden of my knowledge. Whoever was given the power to perceive, was also given the power to react.
So I end up wishing all of us better days, without fear, without misery, and I want to see even Santa Claus remembering that while so many people are being expelled from their lands, while they are destined for nowhere, to the middle of the street. Without public policy there is no solution, nobody will be happy.
