#mamatata

I'm about to live alone & the hot topic is how I could now bring over my bossi (ngabe for gf) & how since she's super lejos, I'm gonna have chelas (evil spirits or somethin) on me all the time. They pretty much kill alot of people at night when they're walking alone in the jungle or swimming in a dangerous river & such. I tell em how I don't care cuz they don't exist & I'd just talk to the chela & find out what's it fn problem needing to kill folk all the time. 

To further my RPG/Zelda metaphor, my host grampa told me that back in the day everybody made ocarinas & made music & all that. He also gave hilarious accounts of his days as a youth wearing cotas or those lil loincloths & one time when he outside his homeland in the latinoworld he was made to eat delicious food & held true to his Ngabe roots & refused anything except bland, tasteless banano & rice. His uncle that offered him this meal grabbed him by his cota & threw him into the ocean with such force it ripped the cloth & he saw it float away forever. Then he started wearing campo pants like errbody else (campo pants are like dress pants except the colors make one think that the wearer does not give fucks). 

Germans fleeing Europe during WWII found sanctuary in the Ngabeland & successfully diluted themselves into the gene pool of the Ngabes, escaping from their past. Until. Now! I'm going to find out these blue-eyed blond haired Ngabes speaking puro Ngabere & bring them to justice.

The Ngabere peoples sometimes believe in the religion called Mamatata. They sometimes believe that Jesus Christ came to the Comarca riding through the mountain tops on a motorcycle in the Sixties & spoke to a Ngabe about how her peoples have lost their way & should go back to their roots & turn their backs on the latino lifestyle encroaching on their own. I've heard this rumor dispelled by many a heathen, citing the fact that there's a good amount of bikers from the US that love traveling through the Panamerican to its end in Panama, & that this "Jesus" was nothing more than a long-haired hippie stating the obvious about the forgetting occurring to the Ngabere. Sometimes I believe too.