Nganga Quotes

anjing-anjing buta melolong menangisi lobang-lobang di tembok. melodi, tak lebih dari dalih kesunyian dan cinta. erangan yang memuakkan. percakapan itu terkesan mewah: penyair yang lupa membawa topinya, dan lintingan lisong yang tak mungkin mengerti puisi bila disandingnya bukanlah kopi. oh, betapa luka 300.213 centi itu melebar makin timur, menorehkan nganga tempat nanah menggembung dengan lapisan perih dan bau amis. mobil pikap tua, penuh kangkung dan ibu yang tidur di atasnya, setenang Buddha. jalan terus ke kiri, menyempil di antara truk-truk besar yang tak mau kalah, tetap ngotot meski makin di pojok. masih saja setenang Buddha: tidur yang penuh rahma

nganga

It takes no talent to be sad. And you know how talented I am.

terhempas, takluk, digerus dingin angin, suara truk, debu menyelip di mataku betapa dancuk hidup ini! betapa dancuk lonte yang setengah mati kukasihi dan menusukku dari belakang! betapa dancuk Tuhan! bergetar, mabuk bayang-bayang, tuak kegelapan, mabuk keramaian yang kubenci, mengambang, tersesat, terhisap angin, luka menganga, nanah tembaga meleleh dari lutut Apolo emas yang dipenggal sebelum perang meledak; sulap kata-kata Homer dengan mata piceknya. terkutuklah bayangan, pohon-pohon meronta karena tak ada satu pun cuaca baik menawarkan minuman dari langit. aku biarkan itu semua menyalipku, dalam metafora, mata binatang, bibir lebar mirip kemaluan wanita sombong yang merasa imannya takkan tumbang meski dijejali kata-kata jorok nan mesum. bergerak, tenggelam, sinar patah di lingkar air dalam gelas mineral yang kokoh dan kau bilang air abadi dan kau bilang api bisa mati sendiri terkutuklah engkau yang menelan masa laluku dan menghibahkan kehancuran ini lobang nganga di dadaku. oh, kau yang memuntahkan abu tulangku, yang akan tetap kuingat meski Tuhan atau apapun itu menyeretku ke neraka omong kosong di alam kubur dan bertanya bagaimana imanku sebenarnya. oh, terkutuklah engkau!

Some unscrupulous ngangas, traditional herbalists and sorcerers, say they know how to defeat this sickness, for a fee. And they prescribe snuff to be shoved up the vagina; or muti, various bogus unguents and ointments made from the ground bones of wild animals.

And worse, some of them have begun saying that the only way for a man to cure himself of this lethal affliction is to have sex with a young virgin, that this will make him clean again. Many young girls are raped by men for this reason, and they too die in their turn, as do the ones who rape them. Some of the unscrupulous ngangas fall back on atavistic rites long suppressed by overbearing white district commissioners, instructing their patients to eat the heart of another human, promising that it will give them the strength to survive.

You can’t fight an evil disease with sweet medicine,’ says the ng’anga.

Ini malam tak ada jejak yang membaca cinta. Rindu siapa nganga di jurang puisi?

Ogo is witchcraft, the product of maleficent sorcery. Sorcery shares many odu when speaking of its birth and evolution. The odu Ogundá (3) gives birth to maleficent witchcraft due to Ogundá’s association with Arayé; they were husband and wife, and she taught him much of her wicked witchcraft. Also, there was a time in his life when Ogundá had a wandering heart, and it led him into the land of the Congo. There he learned the secrets of nganga (shamanism and medicine) and nfumbe (spirits of the dead), and he brought both back to the land of the Lucumí. Congolese practices are neutral, used to harm or heal according to the character of the palero (the adherent of Palo Mayombe, an Afro-Cuban spiritual system originating among the Congolese).

is it a big ass firm or a big firm ass?