Iyi-uwa

In Igbo land, where legends dwell, A tale of spirits I will tell. An ogbanje child, restless and wild, Bound to this world, by an object styled. The Iyi-uwa, a mystical thing, Binds the spirit, makes it cling. A stone, a doll, or a lock of hair, Keeps the ogbanje's soul in its snare. To find the Iyi-uwa, shamans are called, Dibia they're named, wise and enthralled. They question the spirit, with rituals grand, Forcing the secret to be in their hand. The mother, haunted, with sorrow deep, Longs for her child, a peaceful sleep. The Iyi-uwa must be found and destroyed, So the ogbanje's soul can be finally enjoyed. In Things Fall Apart, a tale so bold, Chinua Achebe's words unfold. The ogbanje child and her Iyi-uwa's plight, Teach us the power of love and light. Random page: IUCN Red List near threatened species (Fungi)