BOKOR, LOUGAWOU, CHILDREN, do not trifle with LWA GINEN
Once there was a Haitian man who lived in the Artibonite Valley, where the Makaya rite has prominence. This man was very poor, and had neither education or skills with which to earn his daily bread. He didn't even have the money to pay a Bokor (Makaya Houngan) to initiate him properly. So do you what he did?
This man went to the Vodou market, in Portail St. Joseph in Port-au-Prince, and he bought a bunch of little things, and he took them home and put them in his house. Then he told everybody he was a Bokor, so he could take poor people's money. But he really wasn't a Bokor at all. When people came to his house for him to read cards and do wanga (spells) for them, he just did whatever came to his mind, based on what he had seen and heard real Bokors do.
One day, a Seeker came to the phony Bokor's house, and said that he wanted the phony Bokor to read the cards for him. The phony Bokor swelled up his chest, and got chairs, and put a red kerchief around his neck He took out the cards, lit a candle, and said to the Seeker, "What do you want?"
The Seeker said, "But no - is you who is Bokor, therefore it is you who must tell me what problem brings me to you."
"Hm!", said the phony Bokor, and began to shuffle and lay out the cards. "I see," he said. "You are here because you want a woman."
"Me?", replied the Seeker. "I have already a married wife and two outside women, what would I want with another?"
"Hm!", said the phony Bokor, and shuffled the cards again. "I see," he said, "you are here because of someone who has died, because you want to know if the death was natural or magical."
"Me?", replied the Seeker. "Well, my grandmother died, but that was long ago... I don't know of anyone else close to me who has died." He began to look suspiciously at the phony Bokor.
The phony Bokor got up and lit more candles. He poured rum on the ground, and called some women who pretended to be assistants. The women began to dance and sing and make noise, and the phony Bokor shuffled and laid the cards out one more time.
"I see everything clearly now," said the phony Bokor. "You have come to me to make a wanga for you, to make you find a job, to have enough money for your women."
"Me?", replied the Seeker. "I have two jobs, and I work nights on weekends. What would I want with another job?'
The Seeker looked at the phony Bokor yet more suspiciously. "Are you sure you are a Bokor?", he asked.
"Hm! Har! What are you asking me? Of course I am a Bokor, don't you see all the things I have bought for the lwa and put in my house?"
"And you can see the future, for true?", asked the Seeker.
"What are you asking me, man? Of course I can see the future, right there in the cards," answered the phony Bokor.
The Seeker stood up. He passed his hand over his face, and addessed the phony Bokor.
"You see the future... there in the cards... good. Look now! Look in the cards, Bokor, and see if you can not foretell... this great big KICK coming right to your ASS!"
And the Seeker gave the phony Bokor the beating of his life. When it was over, the phony Bokor had to leave the Artibonite Valley, so ashamed was he.
Children, do not trifle with Guinea.
06-05-02, 07:04 PM
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Mwen pap eseye desann pesonn, paske mwen pa ta renmen pesonn desann mwen . Mwen panse ke nou tout egal ego, an ayiti. Ki afe limyè wap pale la machè, ou rive lwen wi. hw3 
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