Voodou teaches us that sexuality is as important to some people as breathing. Voodou also teaches us that those who are not sexual are not inherently wrong. Sexuality is an aspect of a person that is unique. But if it is a part of a human, and it is ignored, it is quite bad for the soul. Starvation, just like any other.
So there I was doing the dishes the other night when I realized something.
Winona is a direct parallel to Maman Brigitte.
For those of you who aren't English lit dorks like me and/or haven't done the research like I have, you might be like: "what." But seriously. Hear me out.
Maman Brigitte was either Celtic or French, depending on who you ask. Some depictions say she is white (she is often referred to as the White Loa), and some depictions she is mixed race, but the general consensus is that she is not of the typical Loa, who are black.
Maman was your average woman. She was gifted with communicating with the Loa. Eventually she fell in love with Baron Samedi, the Loa of death and member of the Ghede family. He loved her so much that he married her and thus, made her Loa.
Winona is Celtic, a practitioner of voodoo, and has fallen in love with a demon who was basically done the same thing Baron Samedi did.
Winona and Akoman are like Maman Brigitte and Baron Samedi.
She woke to someone patting a cold cloth on her already sweaty face.
"Oi. Come on nao," a husky woman's voice commanded. "Vake up!" Winona managed to open her eyes - she didn't want to. She wanted to sleep. "Zere we are. You zink I would let you sleep yourself' to death? No no I'm zee one 'ho haz to do all zee work around 'ere!" The woman replied, irritated. "My no-good 'uzband? 'E getz all zee glory, and zen what iz left for me? Nozing. But I just zaved your skinny little butt and vaht az 'e done today? Nozing."
This woman was rambling angrily, Winona could barely see her through her squinting eyes. She appeared to be of mixed race, her mocha skin was flawless yet almost ashy. And her voice was strong, commanding, and harbored a very thick French accent. Winona found herself dozing off again.
"'EY." Splash! Water was all over her face and hair. She woke with a start. "Don't you go dozing off on me! I had to bring you here in zee first place because my fucking 'uzband had 'better zings to do zan deal with zee 'customers.' Feh." She spat before finally calming down. Winona got a good look at the woman. Her hair was in long, dark waves, her shirt a flowing white, her skirt of an ethnic print--but it was the string of chili peppers around her neck that made everything click into place suddenly for Winona.
"M-Maman?" Winona asked, blearily.
"Oh la la! Look at zhat zee girl can speak!" She cackled, merrily. "Oui-yes, I am Maman Brigitte. Pulled you into my office for a little chat, oui?"
"Is...is everything okay?" Winona asked. "What do you want with me?"
"You are causing quite zee stir around 'ere," Maman replied with a smirk and a click of her tongue. "My 'uzband is not happy. You die, 'ou come back, you die, 'ou come back...but 'ou see my dearie, iz the job uv my bastard 'uzband to take people to zee afterlife after zhey die. But...he can't take you! He's irritated!"
"M-Maxwell..."
"Pardon?"
"Maxwell. He's a demon that took me to this other island...the rules are different there," Winona replied. "I'm trying to get home. I really am! But...I'm not sure that there is a way..."
"Of courze zhere is a vay you stupid girl," Maman scoffed. "Zhere has to be. It iz zee nature of zuch universes. You are currently safe there, yes?"
"Uh...well...no," Winona replied. "I've died...quite frequently, and unfortunately the island is fraught with all kinds of horrible monsters and things that try to kill me...and of course there's the threat of starvation but...I suppose, yes, in the grand scheme, I'm safe. If not trapped there for eternity."
"Non non," she scolded, "we will find a vey to get you out, okay?" She replied. "It may take a while...but don't worry," Maman gave a rather harsh pinch to Winona's cheek. "Oh la la you're skin and bonez!" She hollered when she found there was no fat there to pinch. "Zis will not do...I'm going to talk wiz Papa Ghede about zhis. Zis Maxwell character has upset zee natural order!"
"Papa has come to talk to me before," Winona replied. "He said that there was nothing he could do to help me."
"Lazy facking peize of shit!" Maman shrieked. "I am going to rip out 'iz eyelashez one by one if he triez to pull zhat shit again! Ve are going to find a way to help you, because zhat is our fucking JOB. All of zhese no-good dead beat men saying we can't do anysing! Liars. But no matter. Maman is going to take good care of you, okay? Maman will get it under control. Maman is looking out for you."
"Thank you, Maman," Winona replied.
"You zouldan't 'ave to sank me for doing my job. Unlike my 'uzband. Ugh." Maman replied with a roll of her eyes. "Now go. I will talk to you if zhere are new developments on your caze."
A: Winona picked up the "old craft" from a family friend of hers, nicknamed "Aunt Tallulah" who took her in after her mother's death. Tallulah was a voodoo practitioner, and a lot of the kids in Winona's village used to call her a witch, and parents would tell them to leave her and her house alone, and not to go to the southern border of the village--where the swamp borders the planes/farmland--because that's where she lived.
Winona, however, was never frightened of her, and Tallulah always kept an eye out for her. She sorta became Winona's second mother figure, and my head canon is that Tallulah is searching for Winona on the other side, trying to contact Loa to bring her back home.
If Winona ever got off of the island and back home, after getting out of the sanatorium, she would want to go live back with Tallulah, who is probably the only family she's got left at this point, since both of her parents have died. She would probably learn to be a full-time practitioner, who, in the south during that time, worked as priests/priestesses and healers to those who believe in voodoo.
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Q: But...Winona is white?
A: So? Though traditional voodoo is African, Haitian voodou comes from a mixed origin of celtic paganism and the traditional West African root, so it's got its own quirks. Also the current "voodoo queen" of New Orleans, Bloody Mary, is white! Maman Brigitte, a Loa of the Ghede family, is white! She's either Irish or French depending on who you ask, but she is usually depicted as mixed-race or white.
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Q: Why does the mun know so much about Voodoo?
A: The mun used to have a French teacher who was from Haiti, and he actually practiced voodoo. He was horrible French teacher, but he would often teach us things about the various spirits and traditions (like drawing Xs on things). So the voodoo that Winona practices is also Haitian in nature, as the woman she learned it from was of Haitian decent.
I do not practice voodoo. I respect it, it's cultural significance, and its practice as a religion/institution, but I'm actually personally a bit frightened of it. A lot of people chock it up to superstition, but everything that I have learned while growing up in the south is that you don't mess with voodoo. Ever.
It's quite interesting to research, however, especially since a lot of their god/godess figures (Loa) are multi-faceted, and sometimes hella feminist--for every male there is an equal female Loa. They are very well characterized from the literature that I have been reading concerning the practice of Haitian voodou - and the bits and pieces I learned from my wacky French teacher. :P
Winona carefully made a circle of small mounds of earth, surrounded by fringes of pine branches. It wasn't exactly right, but it was all she had.
In the center of the circle, Winona placed various foods and materials: a carrot, a handful of berries, cut grasses in replacement of wheat, and a small scrap of jerky...it wasn't much, but again, it was what she had, and what she could spare. She buried a torch halfway into the ground in the center of the circle, and lit it.
An offering.
"Ayezan, protector of doors...I ask for your protection. Your husband, Papa Legba of the Ghede can vouch for me. I need to get home. I need to cross between worlds, and to do that, I have built a door. Lend me your knowledge and protection, take these items as an offering, and give the Ghede my good will."