TEQUINA TELLS OF WOMEN HEROES OF TIMES YET TO BE
by Larry Daley


Fragment from introductory chapter to the Taína Bride "Women Victory" (some 
adult content).  The historic record shows that Chief Cacique Guamá was betrayed 
and killed by his own brother who was jealous of the Chief's having his way with 
his wife.  

Please think of the saga as a tapestry, a work of many weavers, a legend wrought 
live in long vivid graphics across a cloth of imagery.



She, they all recall,
is Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití, 
the most revered, 
the woman shaman,
the Tequina cantor teacher,
mind time traveler of high degree,
forecaster of fates of those who shall be.


As she thinks, of he, Bohiqui,
her beloved mentor,
and his legend and his love,
her chant of female instruction 
and womanhood initiation hesitates.


Around her in the grove
silent and patient,
not a smirk, not a giggle,
not a laugh, and not a tickle,  
her young guariche audience waits


Boití recalls how long 
before she was born
Bohiqui's legend began 
as foundling orphan jíbaro alien,
found by hunters of the stinking monster 
the sickle clawed, red furred mapinguari.


Guay! Now as mabuya bats flit by 
his hupía ghost floats free
high in night's dark turey sky,
His bone smolder sadly in the royal caney
held in baskets high in the roof's air.
Guay! Now he has left and gone away!


He is now returned for an instant 
as he was then, it is as was long day ago, 
the learned lustful shaman Bohique
in the canny wiry vigor 
of his strange old age's ardor.


There he is swinging lewdly lanky
his powerful thick endowment, 
enhanced for public show and pleasure 
as in the lewdly candid customs 
of his nation's proudly naked fashions,
it reaches, even in rest, half way to his knees. 


He, Bohique, thus was not born Taíno,
a feral child of wild forest Jíbaros,
and raised and trained as wizard-vizier. 
He is again relived the most loyal friend, 
warrior protector and wise advisor 
of Ceiba the Grand Cacique. 


She, his successor, is thus
and has become Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití, 
She not he is now the cantor, the Tequina. 


She Boití knows much 
from the Mayab tales 
accounts of the land of Maya
told to her by He Bohique 
her beloved instructor.


Bohique, was just one of her many lovers, 
yet her one and only male instructor.
She recalls, in quiet thought, 
his odd smiles and quizzical looks.


Boití thinks of his teaching,
lessons in his caves and his lairs,
her joys and awe of first learning
the most arcane secrets of shamanic lores.


She is young again reborn in memory
so excited finding control
of the strangeness of natural forces,
botanical poisons, animal potions,
and the zombie fish toxins
he is teaching her to take and subdue.


Bohique lives once more again.
Boití he smells of the burning balsam 
of the exciting resin of cuaba smoke 
and musky forest and wild things.
and his ugly, much wrinkled, face,
smiles a welcome igniting passion in her mind.


Boití feels somehow arising 
reviving from death
the warmth and strength 
of Bohique's dexterous hands,
and their skills and their touching.


For just a moment, 
that she recognizes as ethereal 
his ghostly spirit's gift 
slides in her inner heat.


In a manner incorporeal, 
that fades too dreadfully fast
her xoxa wall is once more stretched thin
by the heated hardness 
of his large, most crooked, yuan. 


Lost to phantasmagorical sensation, 
Boití feels renewed again 
by the delightful itch tingle 
of the rough-horned tickling fringes 
of Bohique's jíbaro sliced foreskin.


And then as her trembling train 
of climaxes slows to rending end 
Bohique and his pleasuring fade.
He is gone and yet she, 
still shaking, feels him still.


Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití
through transference mysteries 
of magic, learning and knowledge of his flesh
has now become as was Bohique
diviner, herald, oracle, 
prophet, and soothsayer seer.


She now her nation's gifted visionary
for a thousand ghosts of shamans 
relive their lives within her goeíza soul
to help her see with clarity 
a future yet to come, 
people, places, that she will not live to know.


Bohiti-Boití wipes a tear from memory 
for she has learned much life's passage
through passions' kind loves 
and from the bloody personal cost 
of fighting barbaric depravity.


Her character is uniquely hers.
She was formed in sensitivity 
by memories of the generosity of humanity 
and forged, harder, bolder, 
of one of five the last survivor
guariche guazábara woman warrior 
in the wars against the cannibal Callinago Caribe. 


Boití finds cooler access to the past 
true, mythic and legendary 
by parsing carefully
the stolen sheets of lines of glyphs 
of Yucatan's complex Mayan history 
writ in Bohique's precious bark paper tomes.


The tomes talk of many things
of battles lost in blood and tears, 
of arcane arts possessed in formal secrecy
and of maidens ravished serially 
on wicked sacrifice-altars of victory.
What these tomes don't tell well are of the times to be.


Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití has a mind that prognosticates
from her strange and vivid experiences 
and infusion by long training 
in the interpretation of bohique dreams 
thus she, infers future details instinctively,
when in trance and out of reality.


She speaks again,
above the soft sounds,
of air and Bagua sea 
the guariche listen attentively.


Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití tells from shaman dreams, 
a time of future screams and horrors,
from invulnerable ruthless terrors 
hard clad, beast mounted invaders,
sounding thunder and spouting killing fire.


Death rules the palm strewn savannas
of these verdant flat lands of Cubanacán
and hate becomes the lust of Casiguaya.
And yet, life, love and progeny 
are the fate of Taníma of Sagua.


Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití
chants a theme 
on the bifurcated paths,
when conquest's misery 
offer choice in a woman's destiny:


Somewhere distant reverberating 
through the volcanic substrata of the ground
is heard the stolid wooden drumming 
of a log fire-hollowed into a mayoyoacán.


Its thuds beat sad heart slowly 
in a foreboding funereal dirge
making fearsome counter point 
to Boití's ode on choice of death or destiny.


She tells a grueling tale 
of two future women,
each in their own particular way,
through love of life or death in glory
will become conquerors of warrior men


Casiguaya is gumaracha 
guariche guazábara. 
Casiguaya is proudly 
lewd warrior woman, 
imperious first among five wives.


In the tangled mountain forests' arcabuco
Casiguaya is the sinuous caguaya 
stealthy lizard of the manigua
a deadly killer of her Spanish enemy
she calls Canagüey-anki-akani.


Casiguaya principal spouse 
of able war leader Chief Guamá.. 
She has married and taken up the cause 
of this her rebel warrior Cacique, 
Guami Lord of the East,
"Ruler of his Kingdom," the land of Baracoa.


Casiguaya roams rebellious 
with her spouse's band,
the men and women of Guamá 
her proud Cacique Lord.


They hide amid tree ferns 
of the east arcabuco, the heavy manigua  
of the dense florid fluvial forests 
at the edges of sacred mother river Tau Toa.


There they gather fervid courage 
by fornicating in fast and slow fury, 
adding to their pleasures complexities 
by sorted admixings of adulterous pairings.


To the sounds of warm weather raining 
driven by their fate
they madly set to swinging
their corded henequén hicos 
of their creaking hamacas.


Then Casiguaya and Guamá 
rise nude, greased, and armed 
to proceed to leave the forest 
the arcabuco by the River Toa


They to run on 
in raiding and killing. 
up to the edges of the town of Baracoa.


By stealth, luck and surprise 
the bands of Casiguaya and Guamá 
catch the dreadfully unready enemy, 
unarmored in complete vulnerability.


In Taínas hamaca
their enemy are bouncing 
their shining pale marima  
their üina to the air.
exposing all quite bare.


Here the invaders are 
digging meaty coa 
plowing with their yuans.
the toteaux of captive Taína


The warriors of Casiguaya and Guamá
attack in silence from the back 
in sudden rush of üinabo 
to club and slash and pierce 
and quietly grimace in cruelest glee
as they slaughter these anaqui. 


The alien enemy die hard,
clubbed solidly in macaná
their brains reduced 
to hateful reptile instincts
their evil hearts release fullest brutality.


Accelerated in fastest furious pulsing
their unthinking muscled bodies 
are expiring desperate zombies. 
Unthinking animals brutally excited, 
they far reaching beyond humanity
take to monstrous, obscene rigors of carnal congress. 


The Taínas scream in inane transports of euphoria
as the dying enemies fornicators' tools
macaná anaqui yuan beat furiously, 
and death throe paroxysms spasms 
and thrash in hate most violently 
wildly writhing inside of their xoxa


War mad Casiguaya and Guamá, 
blood thirst aroused and full of jealousy 
offended at the Tainas cries of ecstasy
spare no kinship and show no mercy 
take to like wise cruelly dispose
of their once dear friends
the vulnerable docile Taína naboría. 


Next time, it does not go like this 
fro with their enemies once aroused,
and with time arm and prepare 
thse anaqui are not so easily disposed.


The Guamá lead killings are now foiled. 
Their atlatl throwing lances of yaya
their swift propelled azagaya 
bounce off akani mao armor
and their slim bows of baira 
fail to kill with weakest poison guao.


Yet, these failures do not deter furious pair.
Casiguaya and Guamá persist to twist
the bark rope majagua cabuya 
to raid again in silent strangling fury.


They hurl the stones of ciba
that scream and whistle lethally 
to dent the enemy armor
across the sabanas of Guantanamo.


Now even this is not enough
this armored enemy is tough,
the great beasts they ride,
run many of their followers to the ground.


Casiguaya and Guamá flee fearfully, 
killer mastiffs in hot pursuit, at Jiguaní,
splashing in valley streams of Yara 
and along the dwarf forests ridge roads 
of the heights of Macana 
and they escape to see from coastal Gua
the sun set in its glory 
on the Gulf of Guacanayabo. 


Although, Casiguaya lecherous and ruthless
is a savage slayer sinato macaná, 
skilled in her deceitful skills of magua,
is mistress of ambush in the manigua,
she lives to fight and run, but few years more.


Yet after her lover Guamá dies 
by club in fratricidal hands
it is fate that she
will set free 
as a mabuya hupía 
her goeíza soul 
to end of her bi life


Yet even then, 
it is Casiguaya 
she who with her doomed co-wives 
choruses rebellious areíto 
proclaiming in death their ultimate defiance 


Casiguaya sings in sexual passion
her still triumphant "Manicato!"
and murderously ending
her own line's guailí yucá
as in atebeane nequen she is hung. 


Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití 
tells of dreams 
of another future guariche,
who will choose a different destiny:


Beauticious Taníma, 
of the palm strewn plains
of Taína Camagüey,
is of matún majestic nobility Taína 
a Siboney by ancestry,  
she is daughter of Cacique Sagua. 


Taníma of Sagua
loved the bi of life
and chose to live
as she found life is
in struggles, joys and humility.


She was thus 
until the conquers came
and then all became death, and fear, 
change, blood, cut bodies, and uncertainty.  
Yet again she chose to live out her destiny.


Her new circumstance 
was not a life of tranquility,
A wife in a seraglio of 300 women
she chose to raise her children 
in the sometime weird passivity 
of a strange conqueror's hareem.


The anaqui master of Taníma, 
king of this rustic serai,
her Babo, her lord protector
is the grandest fertile fornicator. 


He, steel clad, and bound in toughest leather
is Don Vasco de Porcaya, 
the sanguinary conquistador.


Don Vasco is most often cruel, 
sometimes loving
and hugely endowed and endlessly priaptic 
He is lustfully, polygamous and venereal.


Don Vasco also avidly seeks gold,
but as he gets old 
he is also becomes
gullible seeker of the water of immortality 
at the legendary springs of Bimini.


Thus,Vasco de Porcaya, 
travels far with his half Taíno sons 
arrayed in heavy Spanish armor, 
follows his liege Juan Ponce de León
on that fools errand 
seeking the source of eternal youth


Conquistador Vasco de Porcaya 
has the luck as to survive.
He comes back quite mad, 
but as always very brave,
and endlessly ardent in his tireless promiscuity .


Taníma in Vasco's vast encomienda
lives dodging 
and copulating,
child rearing
and at times fighting, 
struggling, and plotting
among with shifting women allies


She is always dueling verbally 
with other gumaracha 
fending off her woman enemies, 
those rivals who arise in endless frequency
engendered merely by the circumstances 
of their necessary jealousies,
in the feuds and spite of such a raging life.


Her defense is her beauty 
and her ardor knows no bounds.
On her days of greatest fertility,
she goes to love beneath the tall white columns 
royal yagua palms of the groves of the batey.


As all the others women gather 
beneath the moving shade 
of the palms feathery fronds, 
to watch in envy, comment quietly and admire her. 


Here she shows her conspicuity 
and her daring slick skills.
she rutting robustly 
with their chief most paramount. 


Here she thrills in the excitement 
of mating her powerful master publicly.
She matches her heat 
to the drilling drum beat
of a pecking and poking, 
rapping and taping woodpecker inrirí.


Sometimes on days of tranquility
She quietly submits 
to this man mighty conqueror 
swooning in faux seduction fevers. 


Turning her head aside
she knowingly evilly smiles
for through such false ductile domesticity,
her culture and her line will survive. 


Other days she is takes rest 
in maternal enjoyment,
kindly caring for her children  
these fruits of her necessity, 


On the days of her ductile placidity 
she enjoys the thrilling dangers of adultery
as in the scented guava bushes of the manigua,
where the gray dove of biajani hides silently.


She delights in private conspiracy 
secretly taking on selected Taíno men.
She likes their gentle ways
and her soul calls her need 
to save her own nation's ethnicity 
through the gathering of their seed.


She does not have to fear,
for the colorful iguaca parrots
and the ara of macaw,
feeding on the guava fruits
call loudly to hide the sounds of loving.


Thus, the descendents of Taníma 
but not those of Casiguaya. 
are those who will live 
and love on earth
in that future
that is not yet here today.


Then Bo-huti Bohiti-Boití 
talks in scary whispers
to makes this point quite clear.


The young gumaracha gathered here
find their minds bedazzled 
with floods of lust's fever fire
as their toteaux take to winking 
in throbbing almost hurtful twinges,
and their bellies tremble violently in strangely sexual fear.

Copyright @2005 held by Larry Daley for Ramón Valdez Guabá