This is an authorized translation in English of a post in French by @terresco: Rencontres avec l'Afrique : Au pays du Vaudou

^{As my primary language is not English, there are probably some mistakes in my translation.}

Remember that the person who speaks here is NOT me, Vincent Celier (@vcelier), but @terresco, a French guy.

Benin

When I found my first house in Abidjan, there was a caretaker and a cook who were already working for the old owners. It was quite new and a little strange for me to have house staff but they were visibly worried about their situation. Immigrants in Ivory Coast, the guardian whose sad story I already told was Burkinabé and the cook was from Benin.

The latter, Jonas, settled with his family in a neighborhood on the outskirts of Abidjan, invited us to visit his house and to introduce his family. He had two children, and a year later, a third pointed his nose. Jonas asked us for a leave to return to Benin for the birth and invited us to come to his country during our next vacation.

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In the family in Jonas

To get to Benin by car takes a little time. The problem are the borders. Ghana, Togo and finally Benin, three borders to the program. For the return we had chosen another route, through Burkina Faso: we had a longer route but had only one border. Ivory Coast being our country did not give us any problem.

The trip went well, the road cutters being frequent it was not advisable to drive at night, so it took us one day per country. The crossing of Togo, a very narrow and long country made us want to return there later. Finally Benin has opened its doors. Jonah's family lived near [Ganvie](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganvie), a lake village. It was fun to travel by boat to go to the market, a little Beninese Venice.

We received a wonderful welcome in the family, saying that we were at home is below the truth. We were constantly thanked for employing the son, as if we were giving them a gift. Those are paradoxical moments. We feel happy for what we receive, we let ourselves be convinced that we are a good boss, a good person. What weakness! Because we are ashamed not to give and do more. When we think about the wages we pay, ridiculous for our income. And yet we pay a little more than the neighbors, it gives us good conscience.

The baby was born, we wanted to let Jonas and his family enjoy the event with their loved ones, we asked for the road two days later. Asking for the road is a beautiful expression we use when we leave someone, we ask permission to go somehow. It is often necessary to ask several times, a way to tell you that they regret your departure.

We had some way to go and a friend to join, with whom we would go up the country to reach the W National Park, a funny name, that become the [Pendjari National Park] in Burkina Faso.

A formidable police officer

At that time there was information circulating among the travelers. In the center of Benin, at the exit of a city whose name I cannot remember, a roadblock guarded by a policeman who had the reputation of never allowing a vehicle to pass without the payment of a small bribe. Each one told with humor the reason why he had ended up being verbalized. One did not have a pharmacy kit, another was missing a triangle or a spare bulb, a third had a paper not quite in order ... The friend who joined us had bet he would cross without paying . He had noted all the requests that the policeman made, questioning anyone who had ever been to Benin. He had anticipated other possible demands. A challenge for pleasure because the amount of the fine was insignificant.

Wanting to take advantage of the negotiation, I went first and quickly confessed to a small mistake causing the payment of a small fine but the immediate opening of the passage. Quickly parked I came back to watch the show.

It was the phase of papers, registration, visa, international license, insurance ... everything in order. We went to the equipment. My friend was playing the clock, wasting time on the police allowed waiting for other potential customers and trying to sympathize with the policeman. He asked, "Do you have the pharmacy kit? The boyfriend was arguing, "Ah, do you need a pharmacy kit?" "The policeman was enthusiastic" Yes sir you must be able to help ". The friend seemed embarrassed to the delight of his interlocutor, then feigning a sudden idea, was searching for a long time. Anxiety and disappointment of the policeman at the triumphant appearance of a box marked with the red cross. We went to the triangle, then to the jack, the spare bulbs. And each time the same show. It lasted more than three hours, the friend won his bet, in Abidjan we heard about it for months.

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Jonah returned to work at home two months later, but his wife remained in Benin. It was not working for him, and with a lot of embarrassment and delicacy came to ask us the road. At home we would say that like he has resigned. We did not hold him down, of course, even if his cooking, his discretion and his kindness were going to be missed. It is our life, made of small tears and great happiness during reunion. Jonas had four children and found a good job in a hotel in [Cotonou](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotonou). That shows you that African stories do not always end badly.

Benin is also the country of Voodoo. Despite the bad reputation that has been made over time, voodoo is only a form of animism. Sometimes diverted because everyone believes it very hard. For the record, it was the slaves sent to the Caribbean who exported voodoo.

-- @terresco

From Cape Town to Mombasa series:

Encounters with Africa: In the Voodoo country, by @terresco (translated from French)

This is an authorized translation in English of a post in French by @terresco: Rencontres avec l'Afrique : Au pays du Vaudou

Remember that the person who speaks here is NOT me, Vincent Celier (@vcelier), but @terresco, a French guy.

In the family in Jonas

A formidable police officer

From Cape Town to Mombasa series:

All pictures are property of @terresco