…. I did something yesterday… I poured my heart out, something I
do not usually do especially to a crowd of thousands of people!
I, the renowned Madame Laveau bared my heart to a crowd of
strangers, some of them regular clients like Claudia (whose
husband of two years still doesn't know he is under a love
spell). But still, I told them everything…
Although I did I stretch the truth towards the end because I was
beginning to seem normal! Madame Laveau is not normal!
It was right after my first dance that summons the spirits and
then this young man, who now that I think of it I should curse,
asked a question, and it is not that I could ignore it, he asked
it very loudly!
"WHAT TURNED INTO A VOODOO WOMAN?"
I used to wonder why I do what I do; it was a question that used
to run through my mind the first few years as a voodoo woman. But
that question slowly faded, actually a lot of things changed, one
being that I now have a bad habit of speaking my self in third
Then the young man, who I do intend to curse, led me to discover
my answer after 6 years… Marie Laveau who is capable of so much
was made speechless in front of thousands of people!
So with no control over my mouth I started to talk…the spirits
were obviously amused because they did not stop my babbling!
Stage dims… a new setting of scene!
It was the end of the day… I was ready to do what I do
best…voodoo. I rushed into the dark alley and into my eerily dark
room…put on my clothes…
Laveau has to be extravagant like her voodoo African ancestors,
On this day my breasts seem to have expanded…I was fond of large
breasts, they add a sort of power to a woman.
… But my dress was about to pop …maybe it should be part of my
act…blind men with my beautiful body…hahahahahaaa … Laveau is
married and faithful…
My first costumer entered, a tall blond lady with sparkling green
eyes and ughh . . . a perfect body . . . by her clothes she was
obviously rich . . .I had a mind to turn her into a toad . . . if
I stared at her long enough . . . but . . . no . . . Madam Laveau
has integrity .I grinned and ushered her in, already becoming a
"Maman Laveau and the spirits acknowledge you…beautiful lady,
She sat down nervously and smile tentatively, perfect teeth…she
could make a wonderful toad pet… I grinned my most
frightening…and asked my routine question:
"What is it that Laveau can do for you . . .?"
It took her a while to say anything and in that time the spirits
made me aware of how tight my dress was… I could barely breathe…
curse the evil spirits!
Then she told me that… she wanted to charm a man into loving her…
I tried not to look surprised.
Why would a stunning wealthy woman like her need force a man to
fall for her… it could be done of course… nothing is too hard for
Madame Laveau, but this woman was willing to consult voodoo for
And in it that moment as lightning clapped, wind howled in the
room and my button popped, it hit me…
That is how I ended up as a voodoo queen….
Men in all their forms from Christopher Columbus to my white
father, to my dead husband (who I am proud to say still
communicates with me), to my costumer's desired lover.
Men… with their charms, humor, all they really want is to sleep
with you and rob you of your sanity…
When I told the crowd this they gasped in surprise but didn't
dare say anything, after all I am the queen; the powerful the
Back to my foolish customer
"Lady before we begin you has to provide me with a certain
something for this potion"
"… I will go get my cauldron first; it is actually my best
friend, this big slimy black pot"
I brought in the cauldron but tried not to bend too much, my
breasts seem to be expanding by the minute… or is the dress that
"..Don't stare at IT!! It has a mind of its own it will drive you
mad, only powerful people like me can gaze at it."
It's the Negro Medusa, hahaha, forgive my crudeness
As I add what is needed, which I mostly have, in your potion, oh
wait... except for an important material that without it this
thing I am making here will be useless… I need you to deliver me
your desired lover's… PENIS!
"Hahaha… I fool with you!"
I love my job
She looked at me desperately, wait a second, was she actually
considering... no… this was a scary woman
While she gazed at me confused and desperate, I thought back on
Oh yes him, the great stupid American hero… how I hate him in
moments like these. How dare he get on that stupid ship if his!
I have actually tried to communicate with him; the bastard
probably thinks he is too good for me. Well none is too good for
But it is because of him I am in America not Africa. It is
because of him I am here in Louisiana where I perform a sacred
ritual dance every year.
First man that I will slap when the spirit take me to their
world… stupid man
My costumer was still staring at me
"For spirit's sake woman, I am joking around, there is nothing
more I need, except maybe for a piece of hair of your lover,
which I assume you have."
"Ahh thank you… a brunet… those are especially easy to enchant…!"
''Love pure, and Love strong
This love will past long
Roses and candle light
Love, Love, Come tonight.'
the language of my ancestors… (it wasn't really.. just the
language my husband had taught me)
''Upendo safi, na
Upendo Hii itakuwa mwisho kwa muda mrefu
Maua na mwanga mshumaa
Upendo, Upendo, Njoni kwangu usiku wa leo. '
The potion turned violet and I stopped stirring captivated by my
own power. The lady looked at me in question by I put a finger on
my lip signaling her to keep quiet.
The room was quiet once again and I thought of my father.
The seducing, rapping bastard. I am a Métis, my mother is black
and my father is white.
I know the story, my father raped my mother and she had me.
Simple, short, painful...
I grew up without a father, but with a mother who raised to be
creative and dutiful to God...
If only she could see me now...
My father contributed to who I am, because I have white blood in
me, I am respected more than other black woman,
He is another man who paved my path to becoming a voodoo queen.
The potion is ready
"Lady we are set but you have to promise me that no one will be
hurt over days, my days as a healer are during Sundays and
I gave her the potion… crazy lady
I am to act this out in front of a lot of people for my
theatre work, so please critique and tell me if you like it !!