A servant reborn in shadow.
My name is Lord Legba Samedi
With my sisters death rags are all i wear
Three days morning her in the forest
Now the horn of my outpost fills the air.
Fout Tonné! I cannot bear...
Another tragedy,
Broke the treeline. Sky with smoke. Bruised decay,
Blackened canvas where my slaughtered unit lay.
Scattered arrows looking like border raids,
But the sock had seven prongs not eight.
That's from Niri not Vodunese blades
My tent barely standing, pushed the canvas to the side
An imposter wearing my attire, burned alive.
Upon his neck, like a fern pressed into stone,
The branching mark of lightning. Only one man's power known.
Amadioha Kamanu! The lightning you guide,
You burned down my outpost, my service denied.
I’ve studied the marks. I know what you did,
A garden in Vodun. A poisonous weed.
Running through the forest. Lightning on my mind,
Vodunese soldiers found me in rags — a lord they did not find.
"Mesyé, I am Lord Legba". But my words meant nothing here,
I'm man in beggar's clothing screaming treason to the air.
They saw a coward. A deserter. Not a messenger of dread.
They threw me in a cell and left my warning for the dead.
The walls pressed close, the darkness thick, no light —
But in the dark I found a gift.
In blood, I had the sight.
Amadioha Kamanu! The lightning you guide,
You burned down my outpost, my service denied.
I’ve studied the marks. I know what you did,
A garden in Vodun. A poisonous weed.
A drop of blood in my eye — and suddenly I see.
The memories of the living, Mon Dieu, they pour themselves through me.
Every secret, every sin, stripped down to the bone.
Power born in darkness claimed me as its own.
Rada Rhamirez Loa heard what I could do. She called me to her throne.
She said, "Lord Legba is no more. You are Papa Legba — you are my own."
Amadioha Kamanu! The lightning you guide,
You burned down my outpost, my service denied.
I’ve studied the marks. I know what you did,
A garden in Vodun. A poisonous weed.
So I kneel before Rada Loa as something new.
I will guard her from the Niri, from the traitors, from the dark.
I will guard her from you,.
Lord Legba sees it all.
No not Lord.... Papa Legba