The Birth Song

Here’s another popular story from across the internet that has deeply touched my heart.

There is a tribe in Africa where the date of birth of a child is not calculated from its birth, nor from when it was conceived, but from the day when the child was a thought in the spirit of its mother. And when a woman decides to have a baby, she goes out, sits alone under a tree and listens until she hears the song of the baby who wants to come to her.

And after she has heard the song of this child, she returns to the one who will be the father of the child and communicates it to him. And then, while they love each other to sire the baby physically, they sing the baby’s song for a while as a means of inviting the baby.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, she teaches the song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that the old women and people who surround her sing the song of the baby to greet it when it is born.

adorable-asleep-baby-38535

And as the child grows up, the other inhabitants of the village teach the child’s song. If the child falls down or injures his knee, someone picks it up and sings his song to him or her. And when the child does something wonderful or takes part in the rites of puberty, the people of the village sing his song to honour this person.

In this African tribe there is another occasion when the villagers sing the song of the child: if the person commits a crime or a socially abnormal act during his life, he is then called to the village centre and the people of the community form a circle around him or her and sing his song to him.

The tribe is aware that the correction for antisocial behaviour does not lie in punishment but in love and remembrance of its identity. When you recognize your song, any desire or urge to do things that can hurt others disappears.

And so they live their lives this way. In marriage, the songs are sung together. And finally, when then the person lies on his deathbed, all the villagers know his song and sing it for the last time.

Source of this story
This is a popular story circulating on the internet. Unfortunately, there is no clear record of the origin of this story or of the authenticity of this story. 
However, I believe that there is something in this story that resonates with truth. I guess, not everything in life can be authenticated…and not everything that cannot be proven is untrue.  

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

thesacredwell

reflecting on inner sources of human civilisation

Thy Voice of Healing

A Centre for Your Wellness and Transformation

Ron Tamir Nehr

Find your Inner Voice and Attain the Freedom to Fully Express Yourself

Enchanted Soul

perfectly imperfect

One Stone Away...

Walking with Christ we are all one stone away from victory.

The Proverbs 4:18 Millennial

1, 2, 3 Finance Basics for the Millennials, By the Millennials

The Grief Reality

~ As lived by Katie & Evee ~

Be Inspired..!!

Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..

Being Utopia

Curving back within myself I create again and again.

%d bloggers like this: