Igbo Ancestors Quotes

At this time of the year, far away in a place some may consider a hallowed ground, the wind incessantly whistles my name with a flutelike sweet melody that permeates the seasonal dense air. Occasional interruptions by cacophony of birds’ chirps only add suspense to the allure of the mystical pronouncements. This is the place I call home where I cherish my return with barefoot walks on the ground my ancestors treaded.

Never forget your home as you sojourn in foreign lands my son. We’ve waited for your return to our beautiful land where winds still whistle your name and wooden gongs pronounce you a worthy son of your ancestors daily. That soulful journey to our mystical river to cleanse your naked feet is in the journal of your life written by your forebears. As it’s written, the full moon will guide you through the narrow path to your destination. You'll arrive at a special place where your ancestors will witness your transformation into a Shaman, a spiritual healer you’re destined to become. On the appointed day, as your name travels throughout our land, choice palm wines will find worthy palates to celebrate your soulful return. As your ancestors had written in the book of promises about your return before the last moon of the year, African sun will massage your skin during the day and harmattan wind will fan you to sleep at night. Hurry back home my son.