Baron Samedi Quotes

I got them voodoo blues, Them evil hoo-doo blues. Petro Loa won’t leave me alone; Every night I hear the zombies moan. Lord, I got them mean ol’ voodoo blues. Zu-Zu was a mambo, she loved a hungan man; Messin’ with Erzuli wasn’t part of her plan. The spell of the tom-tom turned her into a slave, And now Baron Samedi’s dancin’ on her grave. Yeah, she’s got them voodoo blues, Them bad ol’ hoo-doo blues … When

The cross of Baron Samedi was in this place. Someone had carved it onto a little barrel and strung it up high in one of the thorn trees. But I thought that Ghede did not want these bones. Maybe Jesus didn’t want them either. They were alone like sticks or rocks, sinking into the jungle floor, with leaves falling down to cover them. The vultures and pigs didn’t come anymore, but the butterflies flew over the bones, through the patches of sun that came down through the leaves of the thorn trees.

I tried to picture Tillie’s face when she heard about the loas and internally cringed. Pairing her with an entity like Baron Samedi had trouble written all over it. “So,