Godless Iyovi | =link=

So let them call me godless. Let them spit as I pass. I am Iyovi. I am the one who walks between the rains. And I have learned that the sacred does not live in temples or commandments.

In the village of my mothers, a name is a covenant. Iyovi —the one who walks between the rains. A child of blessing, a keeper of thresholds. But I broke the covenant long before I understood its words. godless iyovi

But last night, a storm came. Lightning split the baobab where the altar once stood. And as the rain washed the ash into the earth, I heard something—not a prayer, not a command. A sound like the first breath before language. So let them call me godless

They call me Iyovi, and they call me godless. I am the one who walks between the rains

I opened my mouth.