SOURCE : The White Darkness : Voodoo Diary (Between Death and the Devil)
“Where did you get this great guy who’s already got so much Gede in him?” she asks my interpreter as she flings her arms about me. “He’s mine!” I return her embrace and the guardian of the graveyard cracks a lascivious smile. “Are you happy to see me because I’m sure happy to see you?” “It’s a pleasure.”
She raises a bottle of what looks like fermented chilli peppers and pickled rat embryos, drinking a welcoming toast. Then squatting beside me she pushes back her long, purple dress and parts her legs, rubbing the clear, fiery liquid over her hands and genitalia.
“You’ve got nothing like this in the States. All power and weirding… you and me…” She taps my chest. ‘Natural born loup garou… you and me both…”
