When the wrestling at Eleche’s is finished, all men come here
to witness mine; after which the whole town must cease from
such contests, which may not be held again till the next
season comes round. We think that this ceremony will help the
crops to grow strong, overcoming evil influences and bearing
much increase. The reason why the wrestling is held first at
Eleche’s place and then mine, is that his Juju Aya-Eke is wife
to my Juju ’Mbara. The first is feminine and looks after the
yams; mine is male, the spirit of corn. When the first green
shoot pushes through the soil, I make ready and, on the coming
of the young cobs, my Juju proclaims a four months’ peace.
During this time no one may fight with another nor seize any
person or property. Should a man offend against this rule six
manillas and a goat must be paid to revoke the Juju for him,
otherwise he would die.
When the time comes round, I go forth and announce that if
anyone does anything to annoy the Juju I will not allow him to
take part in my ceremony. To me no gifts are brought like those
borne every year to Eleche; but when the season comes round I
make a great feast for the people, giving them much food and
palm-wine in abundance.
The priest was old and somewhat worn-looking. Round his shrunken ankles
were bound little bones, pierced through at either end and fastened
by black cord in three rows. These, he said, were a powerful medicine
to keep off rheumatics and other ills which beset the aged, but had
nothing to do with his Juju.
‘How indeed could such a thing be possible,’ he queried,
since ’Mbara is a male Juju and the bones are those of
Tortoise, who, as is well known, is proper only to feminine
cults? By the place where I usually sit a tortoise was impaled
years ago for protection; then, when it was decayed enough, I
took the little bones out from the shell and, after they had
been cleaned, strung them into these anklets, as you see. There
are three Ale shrines in our town, by each of which Tortoise
is impaled. Also before the shrine of Aya-Eke a shell may
naturally be seen.
Towards the middle of May we found ourselves back again in Elele and
enquiries brought out the fact that the first wrestling of Aya-Eke was
to be held about noon on the morrow. The hour seemed a strange one to
choose for such a purpose, under a tropical sun; but before mid-day
drums began to beat in the distance, summoning the people with the
unmistakable rhythm only used for such occasions. So soon therefore as
court was over, we set out to follow the call.
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