Monday, February 2, 2015

 DESTINATION: Birthplace of Voodoo
Benin, West Africa 
February 2, 2015  
 Brilliant, vibrant colors in the crowds,
swoony odors of cooking meats,
mysterious flora, human sweat and the assault of sounds...loud, rapid French and choked traffic...
 



 first and lasting impressions of Western Africa's Republic of Benin. We traveled bone-jangling roads lined with people selling big, dusty yams, tomatoes and gasoline from glass wine jugs.

 
We saw an old man in a bright, floral green print matching shirt and pants lounging on a broken stool, a couple of bent-over women emerging from a background of sticks they were carrying on their backs... 
an onslaught of strong impressions wherever we journeyed.
The Republic of Benin, formerly Dahomey, is about the size of our state of Maine. It's bordered by Togo to the west, Nigeria to the east and Burkina Faso and Niger to the north. It has a close association with Nigeria and an active trade goes on between the two countries. The majority of the country's population lives in the south.
 
The purpose of our journey was to attend an International Voodoo Festival on January 10th...to immerse ourselves in this much-maligned religious practice and find out as much about it as we could. Arranged through ORIGINS SAFARIS in Nairobi, Kenya and AFRICA SIGHTSEEING in Cotonou, Benin, our guide was the son of a voodoo priestess, although he has chosen to be Christian.
The Republic of Benin is the birthplace of the ancient religion of Voodoo. Often misunderstood,  the spiritual religion called (officially) VODUN...  conjures up many images to the average Westerner, all of them markedly unpleasant. Secret rituals around a fire in which participants, possessed by demon gods, dance with total abandon to the hypnotic beat of tribal drums, spells intoned by witch-doctor types who impale dolls with pins representing intended victims...all images gleaned from movies and television.


Of course there's a dark side to all religions, but Vodun is a religion of good and doing good.  Many of  the Voodoo rituals, even those that include the sacrifice of live animals, focus on respect and peace.  It's religious leaders become community leaders, providing guidance and settling disputes. Leaders also frequently provide medical care in the form of folk medicine. Vodun is very widely practiced in Benin, even with those who claim their first religion is Catholic or Muslim. The African form of Voodoo is a precursor to the Voodoo practiced in Haiti and other parts of the Western hemisphere. The regions of Africa where Voodoo has thrived are areas that were heavily trafficked during the slave trade. Slavery and the extreme conditions and discontent of the slaves forced to leave Benin, brought "bad Voodoo" to the Americas. It has little in common with actual African Vodun other than its roots.
During the festival(s), groups of worshipers for different gods came up to the front areas and sang songs, danced dances...always to the heartbeat of the drums, for their own pleasure as well as the pleasure of the dignitaries present...


















dignitaries including the Voodoo Community Kings, Village Chiefs, Vodun priests and priestesses.











There were a variety of Zangbetos (community protectors or men of the night) dressed as stacks of hay walking around during the festivities as well as the more serious fetishes... the playful, sometimes threatening men representing spirits of dead ancestors called EGUNGUNS. These egunguns are found on the streets, day and night, as well... leaping, dancing, uttering loud cries. Although it is well known that Egungun are only disguised men, it is popularly believed that to touch them, even by accident, causes death. These positions are inherited within families. Because we weren't brought up in a Vodun community, we really didn't hold the fear and anxiety that their presence causes among local believers. Locals keep their distance as they watch the antics of these "spirits"...they looked at us as though we were brave or foolish in our boldness to walk up and take their photos...caused a bit of an uproar! 





Benin has a very low literacy rate and is a very poor country, highly dependent on agriculture, with substantial employment and income arising from subsistence farming. A visit to the markets showed us some of the products grown in the country...the Beninese also trade with China.











Locals can also get gas for cars, trucks and motorbikes at the market

There are community fetish markets for local Voodoo practitioners to gather the items they need for special spells that the priests perform for good health, good will, good luck, etc. They're not for the weak of heart...





In addition to the big, international festival, we were privileged to be invited to two ceremonies in a couple of small, rural villages...a common sight for locals but spectacular for us to see voodoo in everyday life! 


These are some traditional voodoo fetishes
Note the fetishes outside this home...candle wax dripped on objects is part of it!
Vodun temple
One of the best Voodoo graffiti pieces...
An Egungun without a mask...just as mischievous, though!
Woman inside temple
This photo and the 7  following are of dancers who are in a trance...









Voodoo Priestess (our guide's mother)








We visited some villages up north where we saw the most intricate and interesting clay-like castle huts with several layers and floors...we spent some time exploring and visiting with the residents.











 



















As we drove along the coast, finishing our time in Benin, we saw some beautiful scenes...and some hard-working fishermen.



Fishermen pulling out their huge net...



Benin... to Ethiopia and my families in the South Omo. As we drove towards their villages, there were the usual traffic jams...of cattle, not cars.
As we got closer, the landscape was more wide open...
Just a few quick photos of my families...I spent more time visiting with them than taking their pictures. However, I HAD to catch my friend Walla on her cell phone...yes, my primitive family has learned to love technology. Who knows what's next...

Enjoying a video on their cell phone


Buno, having her hair cut...with a razor blade
That's it for this very long posting...thanks for joining me on my trip to Benin, birthplace of Voodoo...and to Ethiopia to see my families. Sorry this was so lengthy, but there was so much to see and experience.

Hope to see you for my next posting...I promise it won't be a long one!

Big Hugs,
abbyj 





Friday, January 30, 2015

CALENDAR ART CHALLENGE
January 30, 2015 


Altered February picture
Original February Picture
This is the second month of a new 2015 Art and Sole Challenge issued by Darcy Wilkinson, artist extraordinaire. Each month, participants alter the appropriate month's art piece from their calendar collection. My calendar's February art was  "LADY READING" by an American watercolorist,  Childe Hassam... 1898.
Each month, we're given techniques to include in our alterations. This month, our paint effects included using cling film and/or bubble wrap in some way and adding some corrugated card to the mix...what d'ya think?
Looking forward to seeing what other participants have done. Why don't you come and check it out with me... go to http://art-and-sole.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Thanks for stopping by...

Big Hugs til next time,
abbyj
 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

BOOK ART
January 28, 2015 


January book review time...I hope your month has been enjoyable. Ours has been blanketed with beautiful, soft snow...cold, but very picturesque.
My book for January is pure magic! Part fantasy, part adventure coupled with an unusual display of old photos, this is a story that will appeal to teens as well as adults...MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN!
The story is told through the eyes of 16 year old Jacob, a boy who grew up on his grandfather's seemingly fantastic stories of his youth and the children's' home where he spent his childhood. But as Jacob grew older, he stopped believing in the validity of those stories...until he sees something unbelievable when his grandfather is murdered. Because the people around Jacob question his mental stability when he tries to explain what he saw, his father takes him to an island  off the coast of Wales where his grandfather spent his "magical years..." to try to help him reconcile the truth from fantasy. THIS is where the REAL magic begins.
Enthralling, magical, spooky and wonderful, this is definitely one of the most original and captivating books I've  read in a very long time. Suspend your sense of reality and READ IT!!

Monday, December 29, 2014

HOLIDAY TIME and New Challenges 
December 30, 2014 
 
Happy New Year, Dear Ones. I hope your holidays were jolly days, filled with smiles and love...and some good presence (no mistake) as well! Wishing that 2015 brings you a happy, fulfilled heart...
 
Challenges first...Darcy Wilkinson, one of my most creative cyber friends and creator of the ART AND SOLE BLOG, has initiated a new challenge for those artists who choose to participate. It involves purchasing a calendar with monthly pictures and altering each month's picture according to the technique that Darcy requires. For January, we must create a crackling effect and include some book text while maintaining SOME of our original image. Here's my art for Vincent Van Gogh's POSTMAN...
Another challenge that Darcy created two years ago (and I've kept up) is her ARTFUL READERS CLUB group, now on FaceBook. Participants review a book each month and produce a piece of art representative of that book. My book this month... THE EXPECTED ONE by Kathleen McGowan. My review and art look like this...
Finally, the holidays!! We spent most of our holiday in Quebec City...a beautiful (and freeeezing cold destination in Canada...)
and Christmas Eve and Day with our daughter and her family.
I'd like to share some Quebec City photos with you... it's very European in atmosphere and most of the people speak French as their first language...(a wonderful opportunity for me to practice my French language skills!) Some days were cloudy, some snowy...all required long underwear!!
Our hotel...the Chateau Frontenac...built in the late 1800's, was the residence of the British colonial governors of Lower Canada and Quebec. Now, it's one of the most photographed hotels in the world...very scenic, overlooking the St. Lawrence River.
 



















We look forward to seeing Quebec City during its spring or summer blossoming...very historic and very beautiful!
Once again, Happy New Year to you and yours from me. Please join me for the next posting...

Big Holiday Hugs,
abbyj