The Foreign Service Journal - January/February 2018
THE FOREIGN SERVICE JOURNAL | JANUARY-FEBRUARY 2018 109 REFLECTIONS Meeting the Spirit Man in Caliquisse BY RAYMOND MAXWE L L M y journeys to Caliquisse to meet the HomemGrande represent Foreign Service life at its best. In Portuguese Homem Grande means “great man.” But in Guinea-Bissau, where I was posted, it means the big voodoo/ spiritual/mystic guy, and Caliquisse is the capital of the spirit world. I was not particularly a believer in this stuff, though I did read a book on Santeria as an undergraduate that resulted in a spring break trip to visit the above-ground crypt of Marie Laveau in pre-Katrina New Orleans. In Guinea-Bissau, a warehouse theft that we couldn’t solve resulted in my boss’ decision to consult with the Homem Grande . A very religious guy, and very observant, my boss also had an obsession with local culture. So one Saturday, six of us piled into two vans and headed to Caliquisse to call on the local oracle. After a huge midday feast at the home of a local Cabo Verdean mer- chant, we picked up gifts for the mys- tic—rice, live chickens, a leitão (baby pig) and several bottles of caña (a Cabo Verdean sugarcane liquor)—and began our trek into the bush. When the road ended, we continued driving until we reached a clearing. Then the guide took us by foot several hun- dred yards to a wooded area, where we found a large tree with a hollowed-out Ray Maxwell is a retired Foreign Service officer who now works in the Washington, D.C., Mayor’s Office of Public Records. base—one of those ugly trees that grows the delicious cabaceira , a white tangy powder, in a large green pod. There, we awaited the arrival of the spirit man. He finally arrived, greeted us and offered a sip of caña from what appeared to be a very questionable container. I very politely declined. Through a translator, we explained that we needed to know who was robbing our warehouse. (My boss believed our warehouse employees were guilty, but I maintained they were innocent and it was an “outside” job.) The spirit man nodded, took another sip of caña and pulled a long, rusted knife from a sheath. “Oh s---, he’s gonna kill us!” I thought. But the knife was for the hen we brought, the galinha de terra , the reading of whose entrails was to provide the answers we sought. With a quick snap of the wrist, he decapitated the bird. While holding its still-twitching body in his left hand, he cut open its underside with a smaller knife. Here, he began the close read. Looking carefully at the chicken’s ovaries (I found that out later), he revealed to us that bandits were enter- ing the warehouse through the roof, and that it was definitely an outside job. I took a deep breath of relief. Then he asked us if we wanted to know anything else. My boss and the Bureau of Overseas Buildings Opera- tions project director asked if they would have sons. Yes, the wise man replied, sons for both. But in exchange for this advance information, both would be required to bring their sons back to Caliquisse for a visit. He looked my way, but I kept my mouth shut! (I had attended a lecture earlier on the practice of making deals with the spirit world. To break a promise is very bad ju-ju —better not to make the promise than to make and not keep it.) The translator advised us that once we uncovered the plot and learned the details of the robberies, we would have to return to the Homem Grand e with more rice, caña and chickens. Satisfied, we piled into the vehicles and went back to Bissau. Was he right about the thefts? The weekend before my end-of-tour depar- ture, I returned to Caliquisse and the Guinea-Bissau spirit world to pay my debt in full. The Homem Grande had been right, and our problem was solved. Diplomacy is usually about interac- tions with host government officials, and we had plenty of those experiences in a country that had its first legislative elections and its first presidential elec- tion during our two-year watch. But the opportunity to engage with the local culture, and perhaps even generate local folklore, is its own diplo- macy. n The knife was for the hen we brought, the reading of whose entrails was to provide the answers we sought.