MIRROR IMAGE MY AZZ!
Mirror Mirror Look at Me
Tell Me Tell What You See
Will I Ever Ever Be Happy
Tell Me Now My Destiny!
- PeeCee/Feb 2024
The mirror in Voodoo is believed that certain spirits live on the back side of the mirror surface of the water. Mirrors, used for divination and mirror gazing, are one way to tap the wisdom of the ancients.
While voodoo is the worship of gods that are not recognized by the Christian church, it is far from Satanism. There is black and white magic, each used for malicious and beneficiary results.
Gazing into the mirror, or into the water-mirror, one will see their own reflection but also the faces of their ancestors.
The mirror did not reflect the True Appearance, but rather the Soul; Vampires are often assumed to have No Reflection.
She Loved the Mirror Portrait Her Mama gifted Her with in the early 90’s she said the gurl in the yellow looked like Her...Mama even bargained down the price by showing the seller a picture for Proof…Her Mama was Sly as a Fox. It worked.
SHE: Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Mirror: Bitch you really got a lot of Gall
SHE: Mirror Mirror U Know what I Sought
Mirror: Ain’t Never Satisfied U Got what U Got
One year Ago
Sitting on a park bench sipping her coffee she saw a jogger dressed in a purple jogging suit in the distance as he got closer she could see he was a brother and in excellent physical shape.
She squinted her eyes focused on his face and his amazing running form so comfortable within his own body…the beginning of a smile appeared on his full lips as he drew closer.
“G’Morning Pretty Lady.” He greeted her while jogging in place.
She stared for a moment as her scalp prickled all the way down her body…and felt a instant strong attraction of a cosmic kind. Every Cell in her body seemed to quiver and vibrate…Her vision sharpened as she looked him over and knew at that exact moment in time that ‘He Was The One’.
Echoes of Love at First Sight
She placed a hand under her chin Her nose was bleeding.
Obayi was his name and he was everything she had dreamed of…an astute Business Man but also down to earth. His dark chocolate flawless skin and features spoke to his African Heritage. His deep resonant voice and cadence plucked her heart-strings.
Their Love-Making took Her out of Her Universe and into His…every fiber of her being responded to His Touch…melting into Him as One. Never had she felt this way about any Man.
Their Love Sessions left her Satiated and Drained needing some time to regroup but He didn’t tire not even breathing hard or sweating just as cool as a cucumber was he.
She was also concerned that her nosebleeds returned…she had not had any for years. Nosebleeds ran in her family and she recalled how in the hot summers she had to keep to the shade because soon as that Hot Sun found her the Blood would cascade from her nose.
She thought she had outgrown them but now due to her rigorous Love Sessions she could count on one afterwards…Ugh! Obayi did not mind the inconvenience once she saw him dip his finger in the blood on the pillow where her nose had bled and lick it joyfully as one would lick cake batter.
She was a bit unnerved thought the behavior strange but chalked it up to his African Customs.
He also was super-attracted to her and couldn’t keep his hands off her when she was on her menstrual cycle telling her that her body was at it’s highest level of Godliness and a huge turn on for Him.
She was not comfortable with sex during Her cycle but did the best to accommodate Her Man.
However it bothered her…that and the fact that he insisted on their escapades always occur at his home. He had a beautiful home and gave her a key to seal the deal.
The one time he came to her place he had a physical reaction to the portrait/mirror….he was Repulsed and held his hand in front of his face. That was a first for Her as everyone always loved the mirror.
“Ugh the light from the glass hurts my eyes!” He proclaimed walking backward to the front door.
So she spent their times together at his place.
Looking through Obayi’s fridge she spied something labeled Blood Pudding and gagged at the sight….she knew how blood tasted due to her nose-bleeds.
She Googled Blood Pudding: It’s a source of protein, which can keep you feeling fuller for longer. It can also be rich in iron as it contains blood.
Then she saw a stockpile of Vitamin D.
She knew that most Black Folks were low on Vitamin D in their bodies due to the Melanin hindering absorption through natural sources like the Sun. She herself had tested low in the past.
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Still She Wondered Could he be…
She had been inquisitive every since she saw the shadow in the mirror when Obayi had a visible reaction to the mirror/portrait. She considered the Shadow a Warning of some sort.
One night after an outta this world Love-Making session she quizzed Obayi about his African Heritage as he was in a relaxed mood and much more forthcoming.
“What would you like to know my Sweet?”
“Oh just a little backround on how and where you grew up?” She asked nonchalantly.
“Ok…let’s see.” He began.
He looked her in the eyes unwavering.
“I am descended from the Obayifo (pronounced oh-bay-EE-fo) of Central Africa who were considered Witches and Sorcerers of the highest order. The True Obayifo are Few and the Initiation is a terrible illness, due to what we call the Spirit Jump which is when the Spirit of Obayifo takes over a Host…..if the Initiate can find the will or ability to heal themselves, from the powerful sickness THEN they are accepted into the fold of Obayifo.”
He paused to gauge her reaction caressing her cheek.
“Go on.”
“Even though its a Recluse fold, its very Real…when Africans migrated to Europe and all the other corners of the world, many of the Immortal Obayifos took their Beliefs with them..and when they Die… the Spirit simply jumps until it finds a worthy host.”
“Does that answer your question my Queen?”
“For Now….Food For Thought my Love.” She answered.
Little did She know Obayi omitted the Most Important Fact.
The entire concept of Vampirism comes from the Obayifo..they are the Witches that created Vampirism hundreds of thousands of yrs ago in Central Africa.
An Obayifo is a vampire/witch-like mythological creature from West Africa coming from the folklore of the Ashanti. In Ashanti folklore, Obayifo are very common and may inhabit the bodies of any man or woman. They are described as having shifty eyes and being obsessed with food.
She now had reservations about the Love of her Life and began to closely observe Obayi for signs to validate Her suspicions.
So far she knew he was frightened of her mirror ate Blood Pudding and took massive does of Vitamin D. He had a healthy appetite and reeked of good health.
She learned in certain regions of Ghana, the ancient tradition of venerating traditional gods and spirits persists, facilitated by the guidance of a Shaman. While the obayifo is distinct from a zombie, being a living being animated by an evil spirit, its presence can be elusive within the tight-knit community it inhabits.
Only a White Wizard, Shaman, or Okomfo [ Holy Priest] is believed to possess the discernment to effectively Communicate with and Direct the Obayifo.
She was Torn She Loved Obayi with her whole Being and knew She could not exist without him…He posed no Danger to Her.
But Still
The Obayifo is often considered to be Evil and feed off of people’s Fear and Despair.
She did not Believe Herself to be Fearful OR Desperate. Her Mama had raised a Strong Black Woman.
There are also differing stories regarding how one becomes an Obayifo. Some say the Obayifo is born with their abilities, others state it is a curse or can be contracted by accidentally drinking or eating human blood or flesh.
The same attributes that make the Obayifo Unique are also often the catalyst for Accusation and Superstition.
She was consumed with Obayifo Lore and determining if Her Man was hiding a Secret…she fell asleep with that thought after noticing a shimmer in The Mirror.
The village was surrounded by dense forest as she spied villagers dancing around a camp fire the Full Moon lit the stage and she could here the chanting; rhythmic with a soulful cadence.
She looked up at the Moon and when she looked down there was Obayi strolling toward the villagers. His athletic body shined as if oil had been generously applied.
She stared transfixed….Obayi appeared to float above the ground leaving a trail of phosphorescent light as far as the Eye could see.
The Villagers shouted with Awe.
She sat in a corner the dark living room counting the minutes for Him to come home…startled out of her thoughts by a key in the door Her Heart was hammering against Her Chest.
Obayi opened the door and stood there a Tall Proud Black Silhouette
back lit by the porch light.
She heard him Inhale sucking all the air from the room then Exhale.
In the dark Obayi turned to her corner his eyes glittering.
“I Know ALL about the Obayifo.” She spoke calmly.
“Sooooo…are you Staying or Going?”
This story is inspired by The Mirror that my Beloved Mama gifted me with stating the Gurl in Yellow [my favorite color] Reminded her of Me.
Miss You Mama!
