‘Ubu-laka nhie oma ka ega enyi anyi na nwam
‘Now things good you are going to give us and son my
makana ihie oma onu oma onu nagi. Nam na
because (he has done) things good work good work for you. I and
dim na ji unwenne na omu umonu na ewu
husband (my) and yam I have and children I born and goats
mwenne nhie oma ka anyi ega anhu afor anhua.’
I have things good make (for) us go see year this coming.’
For a daughter the mother says:
‘Aborolam nwam obi oma. Mejiea na mejieadia
‘I am taking my child (with) mind good. Give gifts to her and gifts to her
husband (for)
onu-ma ka. Aronona ge anyi. Mfu ga ezi ubu-laka
work good your. Have worked for you we. If (I) go out now
afu na nam nhie ojo.’
finished for me things bad.’
So soon as the last word ‘ojo’ has been spoken, the priest
seizes son or daughter and pushes him, or her, towards the
parents who at once catch hold on either hand. All three _walk
backwards_ towards the gate. As the first foot strikes the
threshold, they face round and the relatives waiting outside
catch up the worker without an instant’s delay and bear him
back to his home. No foot of any such may be set to ground,
lest Ala should be vexed.
When they reach the house all join in a great feast, with fish
of every kind, plenty beef and tombo too much! That night the
people tear down the fences, which were put up to hide the
work, and burn them in a very great fire.
Those years, in which a new house is built, the yams grow
bigger in our farms, goats and sheep have more piccans, while
nearly always the girls chosen by the Juju for her work bear
babes fine past those of other mothers. Usually they conceive
soon after the work is finished--often within one or two moons
of the play.
About every five or six years a new Mbari house is raised to
Ala. She has more than any other god. Next in number come
those built for Amade Onhia and still less for Otaminni and
Oloba. I have never heard of any such house being made for the
ancestors, as was said to be the case at Omo Dim. This may be
true for that part; only I know nothing of it.
It is in the little inner room that the god lives. In each of
these a tall stone, shaped like an Ibudu, is set. After making
its face smooth and clean all about, they cover it with a piece
of white cloth. It is into this stone that the spirit enters.
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