From a girl in the "hut line" live above our dwelling, and which had several times spoken to the French student Anne-Laure, we were invited at short notice last Friday afternoon to 19 clock to "cake". With her were high and we found ourselves once in a small "living room", which, even applaud, a whole group of women from about 17 to 50 years of singing and dancing was - and added to their ranks soon we initially somewhat perplexed at the clapping and Passing by without grooving were. A young woman sang a lead vocal, the other replied in chorus on it. Regular singing was interrupted by a hasty enthusiasm, according Gottespreisung presented by one of the women and highlighted by sweeping gestures. Immediately afterwards all the others roared with closed eyes and still wilder Händegefuchtel a kind of Lord's Prayer out, each in its own rhythm. Then the singing began again to once again of a prayer-interval to be replaced. It was comforting that not only us but also all the other women in the sweat poured down in torrents. Since the little boy did not look very "cooling", which I had during the following sermon on his knees, while each of several sat on the chairs along the walls standing. The preacher was indeed any book in their hands, the sermon was free and something completely different, in a nutshell: was she herself an outcast, be gone to the tradition Practices, have lost three children in succession up to God in their hearts would have left. The tradition Practices (= Ngangas, fetish priests, marabouts Charlatans) are bad. The whole thing seemed at times more like a concert for us, "Do you who are coming today evening, you feel that God is there today?" - "Yes" (in chorus) - "Do you feel that he is with you today?" - "Yes" (in chorus). "Those who can not feel the presence of God, stand up to - we will help you." I honestly stopped with two others and wanted to see what's coming. We were asked on each repeat the words presented in kits, in order to invoke God. Then those who were suffering from something or had a problem asked in the middle and should briefly describe the 3 "leaders" the problem. Then they were each one to one blessings shouted in his ear, partially replaced by an ecstatic "aratttata-ratatatatatatata-aaaratatatata" accompanied by their bodies contort in ecstasy, based partly again by a boy in order to present dropped. One of the young women so treated (in jeans and tight shirt) went into a trance to the ground where she was immediately processed by two of the "leaders". On the one hand, you ordered the evil to leave the girl, on the other hand Benedictions were talked about. All in a loud voice, accompanied by wild gestures, bowed down to the fallen girl, who teiweise spasmodic wall, as it struggles with this "evil" that forced the voices was to leave the body. Eventually, it got up again, was pulled up and then sat stunned for a while abundant on a sofa, while the singing-praying went on again. Lack of instruments was unearthed At some of our "hostess", a plastic bucket on which was created with any tool and blow the hands of the accompanying rhythm. On the terrace in front of the homes connected living room that had now formed a thick bunch of other spectators who took part for lack of space in the room from there on cults. Eventually, the singing was over, and there were "Jus" (which means here: Cola, Fanta and D'jino) and small cakes and snacks distributed. We were kissed goodbye, effusive hugs, everyone was really excited - until Culte on Sunday!
"Aujourd'hui c'est le culte des femmes, le dimanche, c'est le grand culte de tout le monde!" So this was our "invitation to cake" - with a little something to it. But that is the Africa that I want to meet.
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