At 2am last night, a huge crowd marched by chanting and beating pans and things. I froze for a minute to figure out if I was going to die, determined that I wasn’t (at least not because of them), and then figured out that it was a Voodun-related ceremony of sorts. In Voodun/Voodoo, they believe that you have to keep evil spirits away during the night by scaring them off with loud noises, so they sometimes have people walk the streets beating pots.
I wanted to get up and watch, but then I remembered that in some places, if a woman sees a spirit or certain ceremonies (called an “oro”), she can be in a lot of trouble. So I stayed in my bed, waited for silence, and listened to the chants.
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