« I saw the ships mother, I saw them come and steal our loved one » said Oshun as she curled up in her mother’s arms.
Who said that Gods couldn’t feel pain?
Holding her tight Yemaya rocked Oshun side to side, mimicking the comfort and movement of the waves.
«  Don’t lose hope yet my child.
I’ll teach you how to transform yourself into rain so you can watch over them.
You are the Goddess of all rivers, did you forget?
All rivers.
Even the ones in foreign lands.
So go with them. Dive deeper into your purpose, it is time to expand. »
Oshun slipped out of her Mother’s arms to kneel in front of her.
Despite a stream of tears, she took a long breath and declared:
« My rivers are home to the refugees, to the outcasts, to the slaves.
I am home to the lost, to the hurt, to the brave.
I will wash each soul, and soften all hurt with sweet water.
And I’ll teach them how to read the signs I guide them with, ripple after ripple
I am the daughter of the Sea, goddess of sacred waters.
Wherever I flow I bring hope.
I am all of the rivers they heal in or use to hide in to disappear
I bring them faith, power, salvation, forever fertility.
And they will talk to me Mother, and I will listen to every prayer.
I will remind them of their own power as I mirror their reflection »
Listening to Oshun’s words, the earth trembled.
When the tremor stopped, Yemaya helped her daughter stand up, and wiped Oshun’s tears with the white cloth of her dress.
«  You’ve just made your first Omen my Daughter.
It is now time for me to make mine.
One day, when they don’t need you anymore, and when the world has become a better place, I want you to come back to me.
Mother and Child reunited finally
and do not worry about how to find me.
You’ll know.
Rivers always find their way back to the sea. »