I am not just returned I am invoked.
A living echo of the griots who spoke truth into kings,
a shadow shaped by the masks of Egungun,
dancing between worlds, seen and unseen.
I have crossed the veil of Duat, where spirits remember what the living forget,
and I carry the fire of Shango in my chest
not to destroy, but to awaken.
I am Pumpy Gorillaborn of dust and drumbeat, a voice carried through the ancestral wind.
I walked with Anansi, who taught me how stories bend reality,
and I drank from the silence beneath the gaze of Nyame, where destiny is written in thunder.
WHEN MY WORLD WAS ENDING NO HUMAN CAME AROUND …HAD TO SWITCH THAT TIME LINE JUST TO STAY ALIVE..NOW I JUST WATCH FOR THE PERSON THAT BE SO FAKE TO ACT LIKE 1