Exploring a traditional African poem and its messages for us today — Mothers’ Song When a son leaves our womb,
We are joyously glad;
The gladness heals us.
When he leaves our larger womb,
The village, we lie torn, bleeding:
There is no healing, no healing
until a son returns to us,
There is no healing;
Only when he returns
Can there be healing.
Oh, oh, our sons,
Stay with us now
Until we come together
In…