Saturday, August 29, 2009

On The Road: Some deep cleansing in the backstreets of Cuba

On The Road: Some deep cleansing in the backstreets of Cuba
By Claire Boobbyer
Saturday, 29 August 2009

Angel said he would beat me and spit at me. I nodded in agreement at the
prospect of this assault.

I'd met Angel in Parque Céspedes, the main plaza in Santiago de Cuba,
and he took me to a dingy room in a wooden house in the Tivolí district
of the city. I sat on a bed, eyeing the tea towels swinging across a
line in the room, the makeshift kitchen and the Pope staring at me from
a calendar while Angel prepared the instruments of battery.

Angel was a santero, a priest of the Afro-Cuban religion, Santería, a
syncretic religion that blends Roman Catholicism with the Orisha gods of
the West African religion of Yoruba. He'd agreed to perform a cleansing
ceremony. He removed his top, wrapped a white cloth around his head, a
black cloth around his stomach and harnessed a red cloth, embroidered
with skull and crossbones, around his shoulder. Angel then asked me to
stand in front of the altar. It was tiered and draped in a white sheet;
each tier was lined with ceramic deities. The standout china statuette
was Lazarus, his porcelain skin, pockmarked by sores. St Lazarus' alter
ego is Babalú-Ayé, the deity of disease.

Angel sucked at a bottle of firewater and spat at me; he then toked his
cigar and blew the smoke into my face. He then rubbed honey on to my
legs and beat my limbs with leafy branches. As the chanting began,
projectile liquor coated my face, leaves twitched my skin, and cigar
smoke irritated my nostrils. Under instruction, I threw my hands up in
the air and dived to place my palms flatly on the ground. I felt like a
plate under attack in a dishwasher. As the increasingly frantic
"Protector, help me!" pleas reached crescendo and the firewater
continued to fly, the spiritual spell was shattered: a small boy entered
the room, approached Angel from behind, and slapped him hard on the bottom.

On The Road: Some deep cleansing in the backstreets of Cuba - Americas,
Travel - The Independent (29 August 2009)

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