The following comes from the Kagaba people of Colombia, South America.
'The mother of our songs, the mother of our seed, bore us in the begining of things and so she is
the mother of all types of men, the mother of all nations. She is mother of the thunder, the
mother of the streams, the mother of the trees and of all things. She is the mother of the world
and of the older brothers, the stone-people. She is the mother of the fruits of the earth and of all
things. She is the mother of our youngest brothers, the French and the strangers. She is the
mother of our dance paraphernalia, of all temples and she is the only mother we possess. She
alone is mother of the fire and the Sun and the Milky Way. . . . She is the mother of the rain and
the only mother we possess. And she has left us a token in all the temples . . . a token in the
form of songs and dances.'
She has no cult, and no prayers are really directed to her, but when the fields are sown and the
priests chant their incantations the Kagaba say, 'And then we think of the one and only mother
of the growing things, of the mother of all things.' One prayer was recorded. 'Our mother of the
growing fields, our mother of the streams, will have pity upon us. For whom do we belong?
Whose seeds are we? To our mother alone do we belong.'
