By Lydia Cabrera
As a lot a storyteller as an ethnographer, Lydia Cabrera used to be captivated by means of an odd and magical new international printed to her via her Afro-Cuban acquaintances in early twentieth-century Havana. In Afro-Cuban stories this global involves teeming lifestyles, introducing English-speaking readers to a realm of tenuous obstacles among the traditional and the supernatural, deities and mortals, the non secular and the probably inanimate.Here readers will discover a bright, imaginitive checklist of African tradition transplanted to Cuba and remodeled over the years, a passionate and subversive replacement to the dominant Western tradition of the Americas. during this charmed realm of fantasy and legend, imaginitive flights, and difficult realities, Cabrera indicates us an international grew to become the other way up. during this area guinea hens could make dour Asturians and the king of Spain dance; little fats cooking pots may well arrange their very own food; the pope can ship encyclicals approximately pumpkins; and officers might be defeated by way of the shrewdness of turtles. the 1st English translation of 1 of an important writers on African tradition within the Americas, the gathering offers a desirable view of the way African traditions, myths, tales, and religions traveled to the hot World—of how, of their stories, Africans within the Americas created a brand new global all their very own. (20050801)
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Walo-Wila was living and dying behind the drawn blinds, living and dying. . ” “Walo-Wila, Walo Kénde, Ayere Kénde, That I’m rotten through and through. ” “So long. Good-bye,” said the horse. Ayere Kénde stayed on her balcony. Goat-Man, Bull-Man, and Turtle-Man came by. Then Tiger-Man, Elephant-Man, and Lion-Man. They were thirsty. They all asked for a drink. ” 26 Walo-Wila And they all wanted to see her, but Walo-Wila would sing from behind the blinds: “Alas! How ugly I am! I’ve only one eye! How twisted my legs are!
Ayere Kénde stayed on her balcony. Goat-Man, Bull-Man, and Turtle-Man came by. Then Tiger-Man, Elephant-Man, and Lion-Man. They were thirsty. They all asked for a drink. ” 26 Walo-Wila And they all wanted to see her, but Walo-Wila would sing from behind the blinds: “Alas! How ugly I am! I’ve only one eye! How twisted my legs are! ” And off they would go in disgust. Stag, the son of Honeysuckle, hadn’t drunk from the golden goblet. Ayere Kénde was on her balcony enjoying the cool of the evening, rocking in her rocking chair.
And off in the distance, her eyes were dreaming. . ” She ﬁlled the cup and gave it to him. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” exclaimed Stag. ” “Show me, Ayere Kénde. ” “You do have sweet eyes. If you marry her, you’ll be able to see her, my brother. Wait. ” And Walo-Wila answered, sad as the dusk at her window: “Tell him that I’m ugly, That I’m a cripple, That I’ve got only one eye, That I’m all swollen up. . ” repeated the stag. Then Walo-Wila declared: “The mother of my sister lives at the bottom of the sea.
Afro-Cuban Tales Cuentos negros de Cuba by Lydia Cabrera