The following text is a quoted excerpt from myself in a recent correspondence with my friend Antonio about my personal relationship with Papa Legba. I now feel compelled to share it here:
"Legba is a great friend to me. I, like many, tend to call him Papa or Parrain, as there seems to be a French connection between us, I suppose by bloodline. I had no knowledge whatsoever of the Lwa when I first met him; I was thirteen. I could not visualize him for quite some time, but I intuitively invoked him through a porcelain cherub statuary painted with chocolate melted by candle flame, and I was surprised to find an old man, though very spry, appear to me from the play of shadows in the flickering candle light. He is always this way with me. I suppose he likes this vision of himself for me, because he came to me when I was still rather young and ignorant, so it was probably better for me to behold a wise, old figure to trust. And besides, I always had such a special bond with both my grandfathers, who were each very much like Parrain Legba.
He goes to so many Children in so many forms, but is always he... he always makes me feel so innocent, but never stupid. I suppose that was something I desperately needed to be given at that age when he first came. I felt ancient, worn, since birth. Legba returned my childhood to me, ironically, as I became a woman. I cannot remember a time before being often referred to as an "old soul." And now that I'm older and calmer and, yes, wiser, people finally acknowledge any youthfulness whatsoever in me. I am now told I have "the heart of a child". People mistook me for 20 when I was 14. Now I am 26 and am often mistaken to be 19 or so. How about that? :)
Whenever I seek, he is there to guide, helping me maintain kindness and wonder, and to be chill, no matter what, through it all, and he reminds me that there is humor to be found in everything, even in those few times when there isn't very much delight. I am not technically Hounsi by the hands of any living Mambo, but by the ever present light of Ada Wedo. I have no Hougan but Dambala Himself. I have had no teacher of the Lwa nor Craft but by Papa Legba, for any such knowledge passed to me by the Voices only I can hear is only confirmed to me soon afterwords by chance encounters with texts, media, and other Children such as your very special self along my way. In this way my faith is secured and my lessons are put into action as well as added upon by my fellow Child, a fellow scale on Dambala's back, reflecting The Rainbow from one to another.
Life itself is a crossroads, ain't it? :) "