Drums beat through my chest. Voices travel from vocal cords to heart cords, carrying with them the soft, rhythmic and harmonic frequencies that invoke Oshún, the goddess of the sacred waters of the Yorùbá faith.

A large woman whose curves are celebrated by folds of blue silk and who represents Oshún sits at the centre of the stage. Her hands curl around invisible water as she scoops it up from the ground and brings it to her body, softly stroking her skin and occasionally sending a playful swoosh over her shoulder in perfect unison with the striking of a chime. Other priestesses form a circle ...


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