Lesson.

iwayoses don't dance
unless they in the throno
found at a tambor

Of course you know that I am in trouble yet again. This time I was minding my own business talking to the Iyawo and the new Iyawo, Esther, the wonderful woman who cooked at my Iyawo's santo.

Knowing not to get into the throno from the last santo that I was present for, don't you think I was avoiding it at all costs? Clearly Madrina had other thoughts when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the center of the room to tell me to stay away. She said that I did not belong anywhere near the trees. Dejected and alone I slunk off into a corner to write.

As the Iyawo doesn't have his three months, he can't do much but dance under the throno. While everyone is out ki-ki-ing, I am to find something to do with myself. He can't leave the throno and I can't go near the throno.

Tambores of yore are but a thing of the past. I should learn to dance on my own, but I am very self concious about dancing and such things. I have just started learning songs. It just seems that my function at the tambor is to merely be a pariguayo, watching it all from the side while feverishly blogging on my t-Mobile sidekick.

Padrino is convinced that I am trying to find out all of the secrets by reading books that I am not supposed to and that my dedication is lacking. While I do admit, I do not have the drive that my god brother Andre has, that does not mean that I am not trying to do my best to learn what I can -- the correct way. My problem is, and always has been my curiosity. I am never completely satisfied until I take it apart and rebuild it -- I want to know how and why it works the way it does.

Andre is from Brasil and he's been planning his santo since his emergence from the womb. Me, I found this on my own as I was exploring Cuba, and it finally blossomed into something bigger than it ever was before.

Madrina is getting touched right now, and I can't see the Iyawo because I have been taken from near the throno. So here's my prediciment, if we're all here and no one is with the Iyawo, am I to feel guilty should something happen to him? Of course I will, but people will tell me that it isn't my fault and blah blah blah.

I love Esther to death, which is the only reason that I am here, but Padrino was right about tambores, and I don't think
I'll be at another tambor for some time. 

Come and knock on our door... We've been waiting for you... Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, Three's company too.