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About Samba
Sent by the supreme creator Olodumare, these dynamic spirits embody aspects of nature, human experience, and cosmic energy.
They are not distant gods but active intermediaries who guide, protect, and empower devotees on Ayé (Earth). Their power flows through Aṣẹ—the divine life-force that animates all existence—enabling transformation, healing, and alignment with destiny.
Recife, morning of the Rua da União.”“Evocation of Recife”
by Manuel BandeiraLike the Rua da União where I used to play,
The things of that time were simple:
Things of the heart…
“Even if you are born in hell, that is a small gift from heaven.
On my boots, before every match, I write myself a little reminder. ‘FAVELA.’
When I tie my laces, I remember.”
Antony (Brazilian Footballer)
SAMBA QUEENS
Clara Nunes
Beth Carvalho
Elza Soares
THE ORISHAS
From the Novella
The Divine Voice of the Favela.
“Oshun” jealousy rose like a sudden flood, turning sweetness bitter.
He still had the old numbers—men in linen in Palermo who spoke in silences.
Jets without tail numbers arrived; they drank his rum, made polite, lethal calls.
Soft voices reminded her: some marriages are sealed in churches, others in blood.
Neither dissolves under stadium lights.
She kept singing, sequins flashing like muzzle fire.
But backstage bruises bloomed—violet, then yellow—where Paolo’s manicured hands reminded her who plucked her from the *morros*.
He stalked the tour, always in the wings, smiling for cameras, fingertips carving crescents into her arm when applause died.
One night in Lisbon he slipped something colorless into her *caipirinha*.
She fell.
Tabloids screamed: OVERDOSE. TRAGEDY. END OF AN ERA.
But three days later, in a white room smelling of bleach and frangipani, *favela* saints breathed old street miracles into her lungs.
She opened her eyes. The heart monitor sang samba—slow, defiant.
Resurrection—always resurrection—rising naked from ashes of every city, every man, every poison.
She flew home.
Not to Rio.
To Fort Lauderdale.