Roog

Roog or Rog (Koox in the Cangin languages) is the Supreme God and Creator of the Serer religion of the Senegambia region.

Names and titles

In Serer, roog means sky or the heavens.

Roog is sometimes referred to as Roog Sene (Rog Seen, Rog Sene, Rooh Seen, etc.) which means Roog the Immensity, or by extension, the merciful god. Other titles which are used outside of prayers include Roog Dangandeer Seen ("Roog the omnipresent", by extension it can also mean "the Omnipresent God"), Roog o Caaci’in Seen (Roog our ancestor), Roog o maak Seen [or "Roog a faha"] (Roog is great), Roog a yaal'in Seen (Roog our Lord), Roog o Ndimaan Seen (Roog! The giver of the fruit [or life]), and "The Master of the World".

The name Roog is probably a corruption of the deity Koox. This may stem from the Serers of Kaabu or Tekrur (present-day Futa Tooro in Senegal) after their exodus in the 11th century following a religious war. According to the oral tradition of the Cangin, the original name of the supreme being was Kooh.

Roog (story)

Philip K. Dick sold approximately fifteen short stories himself before becoming a client of the Scott Meredith Literary Agency. "Roog" was his first sale but not his first published story.

Story

"Roog" is a story told from the point of view of a dog named Boris, who observes his master's carefully stored food in containers outside of their house day after day. Unbeknownst to the dog, these are the human's trash cans for garbage. The dog is later horrified to witness some food being 'stolen' by garbage men who the dog knows are predatory carnivores from another planet. The dog comes to know these beings as 'Roogs', and tries to warn his master of each 'theft' with cries of 'Roog!' 'Roog!'. The humans, unable to comprehend the hound's message, think the dog is just being rowdy. Thus they attribute the sound the dog makes to be the sound that all dogs make when they are excited: 'Roog!' 'Roog!' The tale concludes with the animal being somewhat distraught, barking "ROOG!" very loudly at the garbagemen before they make off once more with trash in their garbage truck.

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sabiendo que ya te perdi
solo quedara la lluvia
mojando mi llanto
y me hablara de ti.
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los sueños que eran para ti,
se pierden con cada palabra
con cada momento que
espere vivir.
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imaginar que tu te vas
y dejarás detrás de ti
tu ausencia en mis brazos.
Me duele tanto sospechar
que ni tu sombra volverá
para abrigar mi alma en pedazos.
Chorus:
Me duele amarte así
hasta morir lanzándome a la nada
viendote partir.
Me duele aquel abril
cuando te vi por
ves primera y dije que
eras para mi,
Me duele amarte tanto.
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Me duele amarte,
los sueños que eran para ti
se pierden con cada palabra
con cada momento que
espere vivir.
Me duele más
imaginar que tu te vas
y dejarás detrás de ti
tu ausencia en mis brazos.
Me duele tanto sospechar
que ni tu sombra volvera
para abrigar mi alma en pedazos.
Chorus:
Me duele amarte así
hasta morir lanzandome a la nada
viendote partir.
Me duele aquel abril
cuando te vi por
ves primera y dije que
eras para mi,
Me duele amarte tanto.
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