Usually we remember our hearts only when they are very happy or broken.

A very common thing. Heart is a very noble part of us. It works endlessly and its rythm is like a Shaman’s drum, like an Assator calling the Loas, like a Kinfuiti, like the sound of Aí±á…

There’s a mysterious and magical, mystickal link between a drum and the heart.

But by the same token Silence itself pays tribute to both.

Yo estoy tocando el akonkolo ahora, para que sepan y no se metan.

Omo Aí±a Omo Oddun Otrupon Bekonwao.

About Manuel Congo

A renowned Palero, Babalawo, Ajarn and Hougan, Manuel Congo lives in rural Italy, where he spends most of his free time touring on his custom Harley Davidson. An avid ethnographer and noted expert on Italian witchcraft, Manuel has spent decades working for elite clients around the world, conducting investigations in locales as far-flung as Togo and Thailand. He enjoys rainy days, BBQ and blondes.

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