Could you imagine it this strange morning, when you first see a wild woman with naked tits sucking blood from a dead goat’s neck, and then you find yourself in front of an abstract pile of things (which apprearently is a fetish), you pray and then you kiss African-earth floor. Then you find yourself dancing with a gang of black women, in line with few more shots of palm wine, and then, only then, you receive a phone call from Estonia, and it’s not just somebody on the phone, but it’s one of the most well-known Estonian globetrotter Tiit Pruuli, who is entitling and prizing us, the Avantourists, as the Adventurers of the Year. Oh my.
Of course, all of that made my head spinning, but apparently there was even more input added. And there they came - a bunch of nice corpulent women walking down the dusty streets of Ouidah, singing loud and proud their voodoo songs. They are singing, for example, that when someone dies, someone new starts respecting another fetish. Sometimes they grab each other’s hips and start rolling their bodies against each other. I find myself in surprise, as my eyes are not lying – this is how a dry sex could look like. Or let’s face it – this resembles more like a real wild banging.
When seeing this bold women approaching me, I was thinking – come on, she’s not gonna come and take me, the foreigner, half the size that she was. But each of her dumpling step reduces my self-confidence, and ultimately I find myself facing real fear. And just a second later I was already held by her fatly grip.
Brown round full moon was laughing at my face, still singing voodoo bewitching lines, her eyes shooting sparks of primeval passion. But the real action was taking place somewhere in the waist area, it was strong! As it was still too little – someone was also approaching me from my back. And now I saw Chaka’s sister fucking Berit!
In other words – it’s a decent gang-bang in the absolute daylight in Benin. And we as tolerant anthropologists find ourselves in the situation as such. Anyway, somewhere (but surprisingly still very far away) I already saw the limits of my own cultural tolerance, but probably I was too much astonished by what had happened, that I couldn’t make sense of anything at all.
When I finally had come over the brutal rape, I suddenly realized – why our protegée Chaka didn’t do anything to protect us? He was just hanging out next to us, seeing all that happening.
Chaka laughs, and says quietly, as if we still don’t get it, as if we are still way too far from understanding the system of meanings over here: “You girls are now part of the family. This is what it means. I couldn’t have done anything there.”
Oh well, try to get it, just try…