ORANGE BOOTS! The sudden wiggle... Makes me wonder why 21 of her children, were destined to be sacrificed just to complete the initiation... It made no sense at all. black souls get stripped of their cover, and oppose the hue of their skin tones, dressed up like ghosts who hates to cover below the knees. I hear a trumpet sound, but where is the heaven? Last time on earth i was alive only to be buried in a bed, an hour before eleven. everywhere seems so dark, they just killed sleep, these white ghosts que up and mutter words, the incantation! Pledging to the supreme mother, faithfulness, loyalty and honesty, with a confirmation of our loyalty; come rain, come sun. The initiation was followed with our training, we battled the air with our hands, passing an invisible Barton from front to the back, like 'swinging angels’, All leg for itself as both refused to walk together, and had to take turns after each other. We grew from being ghost and angles to been black portraits dressed in green, with our feets decorated with orange and a black sole! And our Language... CORPER WEE!