I encircled you with pearls of cauris. I adorned you with bronze and copper.
I anointed you with palm oil and shea butter.
I polished and shined you. I warmed you and cuddled you against my breast.
I planted you in the earth of my alter. What more could you need?
Your toe-roots gorge themselves on the pure oil of my ritualistic sacrifices.
The oil of wishes for life
Bright new blood
Sap of juices
Sweat and water
Wishes for life
Axes of the earth
Feet of force
Lift us up
It is for you I wait. You, incorruptible. You, loyalty itself, the one to whom we listen. Messenger of truth, carry my hope. I await a child, my long ago lover. Carry your message to the winds of the evening. Say that I am waiting. I await my lover.
The African and Western images of the doll vary considerably from each other. In Africa, the concept and utility of the traditional doll are the symbol of life given and received by procreation and reflect only the idea of fertility. The doll is used only by those with fertility problems.