La Llorona

La Llorona

A Folktale provided by Wilberth Medrano 2008

The people of León tell of another figure of the night that brings terror to the campesino communities with its ceaseless sobbing near the river. The story goes that a woman once had a 13-year old daughter who fell in love with one of the white conquistadores back during the times of the original colonization of Nicaragua.

They say that the mother told her daughter that she should not mix her blood with that of the “executioners” (Spaniards). Heedless of her mother’s warnings, the young Indian lass would go to the river to bathe. She found her white-skinned lover there on any number of occasions and became pregnant. But he had orders to go back to his motherland.

The girl wept desperately so that he would take her with him. The crying jags became so severe that one day she had an attack and fainted. On awakening the following day, she found a baby boy by her side. She took him in her arms and with anger she remembered what her mother had always told her: “The blood of the executioners must never be mixed with that of the slaves.” The rage built up to the point where she threw the infant into the river. Right away she realized what she had done, cried out “Oh, mother!” and jumped into the river to save him. But it was too late.

The young mother would walk weeping in the streets, driving people crazy with her wails, and so the people called her “La Llorona.” According to legend, her spirit comes out at night near the river, and one can hear her laments and weeping: “Oh, mother…! Oh, mother…!” Others claim she cries out, “Ayy, my baby…!”

One thing true though is that many of our grandparents still tell us this story and on hearing sobbing around midnight, our hair stands on end and our limbs are paralyzed with fear.

La Carreta Nagua

La Carreta Nagua

A Nicaragua Folktale provided by Wilberth Medrano 2008

A very interesting figure that is said was born in the minds of those in León is the Carreta Nagua. A bewitched wooden cart comes out at night drawn by two emaciated oxen, their hides tight over their ribcages, guided by Death himself, skeletal in appearance. Others say there are two skeletons, each with a white hood and a candle in hand, leading the beasts along the streets. The wooden wheels make a tremendous creaking sound, so frightful that no neighbor dares go near their window to look out.

The legend of the Carreta Nagua is an expression of the terror that reigned during the Conquest, an indelible footprint of panic in the collective memory of the indigenous peoples. Spanish soldiers raided Indian villages at night because it was difficult to capture them during the day when they were out in the hills and fields.

The conquistadores generally went around with a caravan of oxcarts to round up slaves to labor in the silver mines of Peru. The captured Indians were chained to the posts on the carts. The noise made by the wooden wheels was infernal, one to which the Indians were unaccustomed since these vehicles were introduced to the New World by the Spaniards. They interpreted the sound as a fresh manifestation of the nocturnal spirits that constantly laid siege to the peaceful calm of their villages.

Some of our elders assert that the cart is announcing the death of someone. As it rolls down the deserted streets, the howls of dogs can be heard in the distance. Those who say that they did catch a glimpse of the Carreta Nagua tell how they came down with a tremendous fever or fainted. Others are said to have died of fright at this hair-raising specter from the dark side.

Other tales of sightings tell of how the cart cannot round a corner when it comes to one, but instead simply disappears and reappears on another street. Imagine yourself on a street on the way home at around midnight in the dark of a cloudy night and finding this huge oxcart being guided along by a hooded skeleton (or two). It’s enough to make you fall down dead with fright. Watch out when in León!!