This is a short story on how--after a long while, I experienced one of the spiritual rituals of our tribe. This particular ritual was meant to take back home the spirit of the son of another clan who was buried in a different clan. Note that the story doesn't include a fully detailed analysis of the ritual. You might want to share with me--if applicable in your culture, how you deal with the spirits of your deceased loved ones that passed away and were buried in foreign soil. Thank you, Ojara