Retrospection (Gelede) Feminine Power

Gelede, dance of reverence and might,

In Yoruba lands, under moon’s soft light,

Elders and Mothers, spirits take flight,

Gelede’s power, a sacred rite.

Colors swirling, in patterns bold,

Masks adorned, stories untold,

Honoring ancestors, tradition’s hold,

Gelede’s dance, history unfold.

Masquerades sway, to ancient drum,

Rhythms of life, beats thrum,

Respect and honor, to spirits come,

Gelede’s legacy, hearts become numb.

In Gelede’s embrace, community’s bond,

Unity in diversity, a magic wand,

Celebrating heritage, far beyond,

Gelede’s dance, forever fond.

So let the drums beat, let the spirits call,

Gelede’s essence, in one and all,

Ancestral whispers, through the night’s thrall,

Gelede’s dance, standing tall.