Friday, July 29, 2016

Ipedi Festivals

It’s hard to believe how much has happened in the past 2 weeks or so as I’ve been really busy, but I think I’ve managed to learn a lot and develop my plans for my time here. Most of my time was taken up by what’s called the Ipedi group of festivals, which is a period of just under a week that marks the beginning of the traditional year and contains festivals and/or rituals for Ogun (the deity of iron, war, and farming), Ifa (wisdom and divination), Egungun (ancestoral masquerades), Oranmiyan (an ancestral deity of war), the Timi (Sacred king), and also some rituals for the deceased Timi. During that time period, I’ve mostly been running around taking some pictures and videos of these festivals, and doing some interviews with the important specialists who are involved in them. I did one set before the festivals so I’d know what to look for an expect, and I’m just now getting started on another set to try to make sense out of what I saw, understand their significance, function, and role in Ede’s religious life.

It was surprisingly hard trying to pin down exactly when and where I should be for each of these festivals. Before coming to Nigeria, I went to a fair amount of trouble to get a book written in the late 50s about Ede’s festivals, so I had a very good idea of what festivals were supposed to be held, approximately when, and what was supposed to happen, but I have since learned that a decent amount has changed since the 50s, and when I would ask people about certain details, I would often get completely conflicting answers. The best example is the Egungun festival (which is a smaller, less significant one than the main one that usually happens in June). I asked some well-connected people in the palace when the Egungun ceremonies would take place, and while they told me that it would be sometime the following week, a young babalawo (Ifa priest) told me a few days later that it was actually going to start that day! He gave me a location and time, and I managed to get there without missing anything, but I’m glad somebody (maybe Ifa?) had my back on that one! Funnily enough, the Araba told me a few days ago on ose Ifa (the sacred day of Ifa in the traditional Yoruba week when Ifa priests consult the deity) that it predicted success for my research in Ede, so I guess I just need to hold up my end of the bargain.

My dissertation will have a more full account of the different festivals, but I can give a short description of them here too. The first one is Ogun’s festival, also called the new yam (harvest) festival because Ogun is the deity of farming and agriculture, and the yam is one of his sacred foods as the strong primary staple crop in Yorubaland. It’s not uncommon for Ogun’s festival to also be the new yam festival for that reason, but I think it is particularly important in Ede because the town was originally founded as a base for warriors protecting the border and trade routes of the Oyo Empire and Ogun was the patron deity of the first Timi and many more after him. The main part of this festival (which is quite popular and attended by much more than just the hunters and Ogun worshippers) is the sacrifice of a dog at the Ogun shrine in the market right by the palace. The actual sacrifice is can be a bit harrowing if you love dogs and aren’t used to animal sacrifice, just to give you a heads up. After giving Ogun the required sacrificial materials, two Ogun devotees stretch the dog and suspend it in the air by pulling on ropes attached to its neck and hind legs. While it is suspended above the shrine, another hunter takes out a cutlass and has to cut through the neck of the dog with a single stroke. If not, it is a bad sign that Ogun is not pleased and has not accepted the sacrifice, although nobody remembers this ever happening because they take great precautions to ensure that it is performed successfully. I find it interesting that since it is, at least in theory, completely possible and fairly easy, to use just one stroke, any failure there would indicate some lack of maintenance for the cutlass, lack of care or attention in performing the ritual, or something else like that, which I could imagine would definitely not please Ogun (who has a notoriously short temper).

The following day has festivals for Oranmiyan, the past Timi or kings of Ede, and Ifa at night. I was not allowed to see the Oranmiyan festival because it is only the senior chiefs who can witness it, and they only bring out the Opa Oranmiyan (Oranmiyan’s staff/the Ede war standard) once a year to offer sacrifices to it. The most interesting part of this particular ritual to me is that the Balogun (senior war chief) is a Muslim, and he is the one charged with performing these rituals. Later that afternoon they began sacrifices to deceased Timi, but I had bad information about this one, and the king actually called me and Wale to let us know that they were going to start it! We rushed over there, and it was pretty fascinating to see it. In essence there were three sets of rituals that were largely the same. They would go to a group of graves and leave various offerings there, say several prayers asking for blessing and protection for the town, and then they would do a form of divination much like the kind commonly done with kola nuts to determine if the ancestors were happy, accept the offerings, and give their blessing. Fortunately (although from what I gather this happens practically every year), the configuration of the yams and kola nuts used in divination was always the same at each one of the dozen or so graves and indicated a success.

The Ifa festival was unsurprisingly my favorite and the most fascinating as the rituals are a bit deeper and more complex. All of the Ifa devotees come to the palace that night at about 11pm and they recite Ifa verses from the major parts of the Ifa oral corpus (these are a bit like poems and myths used in the practice of divination) until about 5am! After they finish reciting one of the Odu (chapters from the Ifa corpus), the senior Ifa priets, the Timi, and the senior chiefs all get up, dance out to an ancient iron lamp with 16 flames on it, dance around it counterclockwise 3 times, and then come back to their seats for the recitation of verses from the next odu. The following morning (most people don’t even sleep in between) the Ifa priests move in a procession around town to greet the most important chiefs and get some gifts, food, and schnapps from them.

The next day after that was possibly the biggest celebration in town (maybe excepting what’s called Ileya here or ‘Eid al-Adha/Kabir, but more on that later), and it is the one called Ipedi, or the king’s festival. Dancers and drummers come to the palace early in the morning and start singing praise songs for the Timi until he and his chiefs come out to walk in procession around town. Previously, Ede had big city walls like most Yoruba cities, but as the town grew bigger and there was no need for them anymore, they have long since disappeared. However, the Timi still goes to the four gates that used to be the entrances to the town, sits on his throne and receives well-wishers. Along the way on the road, the major religious figures come and pray for him and the town, and the Timi gives them some money. Everyone else comes out to greet the Timi, and heads of major lineages or organizations come and give him gifts and/or money. It was complete mayhem, and everyone was in the street. It must have taken 5+ hours to complete everything because the Timi would stop every time a group of people wanted to greet him. There were lots of drummers, dancers, religious groups, and even one guy dressed up like Timi Agbale Olofa Ina (the Oyo general who became the first king of Ede) with a flaming arrow set in his bow and everything!
 
Two days later, the ancestral masquerades known as Egungun start to come out. There are three that appear at this time, but they don’t all come out at once. The masquerades are quite large, and have a person inside them who dances around, and the outside is usually decorated in lots of different colorful fabric with some kind of wood carving for the head, often times with some kinds of symbols that represent death. It is a taboo to touch the Egungun, so although there is always a big crowd around them (I noticed it was mostly small children), only a few designated people are ever very close to them. They are always surrounded by drummers, and while they are dancing, every once in a while they whirl around and run in a certain direction, scattering all of the people in front of them. Each Egungun would come out of the house that owns it, dance around, collect money and offer prayers for people, go to bars and get free booze, and go to the palace to dance around. They would come out at about 4pm, and wouldn’t go back in until pretty late at night. One group of people who seem to really love this tradition now is young guys about my age. I noticed a lot of them smoking, and taking advantage of the free alcohol that the masquerades get. Apart from the smell of pot and several drunk people wandering the streets, the masquerades themselves are really fascinating to watch, and I think an in-depth study of their paraphernalia and its symbolism would be very interesting, but that’s not why I’m here…

Apart from the festivals, one of the most interesting things that has happened, happened almost by accident. While conducting an interview the Akoda, he told me several stories from Ifa that are clear adaptations from the Bible and the Qur’an. One was about Ibrahim and ‘Eid al-Kabir, or Ileya in Yoruba, another was about the Prophet Muhammed, and then there was another about Jesus! I had heard a few stories about Ileya from Ifa, and a few others referencing the Prophet Muhammad before, but Ifa has traditionally not interacted too much with Christianity, and this was the first time I had ever heard of something like this. The Jesus story, of course, had a distinctly Yoruba flavor, and in the end Jesus was betrayed and killed because his parents failed to make a sacrifice for him when Orunmila saved his life and predicted what a great man he would become. Since I love Ifa stories so much, and this type in particular, when I have some time, I will have to ask the Akoda if he knows more that address Islam and Christianity. I’m also interested to hear what some of the pastors and imams have to say about Ifa’s take on their traditions.


In other news, I’m getting my life set up here on campus. The university is quite large even by Nigerian standards (where universities can be almost small mini-states in their own right). It’s pretty amazing that the whole place was built by a church, the Redeemed Christian Church of God, and they make their own water, bread, have a waste management service, security force, etc. There’s also a really nice Ijebu lady (the same sub-ethnic group that our family comes from) who has a general store on campus. She’s been teaching me a little bit of Ijebu when I stop by to buy credit for my phone and give the kids she watches some fruit or candy. It took a while to set up a bank account because security has become even more of an issue with all of the fraud going on, and I learned that the exchange rate has now gone up to 370 Naira to 1 Dollar. It makes me wonder how much longer this can continue… The Araba told me that it’s bad in Modakeke too, and that people don’t have money to pay him even when he’s done work for them, and he might even not hold his Ifa festival in September because money is so tight everywhere. Since the festivals are done for several weeks now, I should have a chance to go see him relatively soon, and I’m going to get started with more interviews, so I will keep you updated on hot that goes!

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

First Few Weeks

Hi everyone, it’s been about two weeks since I arrived in Nigeria, but it feels like a lot longer because so much has happened already. I’m not sure how much I would have said about what exactly I’m doing in Nigeria, but I’m here doing research for my dissertation in a relatively small town called Ede in Osun State, which is right in the middle of Yorubaland in southwestern Nigeria. I picked Ede in part because not too much has been written about it yet, but despite being a predominantly Muslim town, it has a fairly long history of Christianity, and a very vibrant traditional religion and culture. Perhaps the biggest reason is because all of the different religious groups tend to get along remarkably well (which is no longer the case everywhere in Yorubaland and/or Nigeria), and the traditional king in Ede (called the Timi) plays a huge role in ensuring that this was the case in the past, and the current Timi by all accounts is doing a great job of ensuring that it stays that way now and in the future. I’ll mostly be attending and observing the major festivals in Ede to see how these rituals and the Timi’s role in them demonstrate and reinforce this culture of religious pluralism and maybe suggest an indigenous perspective on what the nature of religion is that is slightly different from what most people would have in mind.

I landed in Lagos two Sundays ago, and our good friend Nneka from Harvard picked me up from the airport. I was surprised when she told me beforehand that we should just take an Uber from the airport, because Uber wasn’t around last time I came, and I never would have thought to check! Nneka was nice enough to let me stay with her for 2 nights before I left for Ede, and it was pretty wild staying with her on Lagos Island because it is far less crowded and easier to get around than Ikeja where I’ve spent most of my time in the past. The other thing that surprised me was that the exchange rate on the parallel market has gone through the roof lately. I had followed the official rate online (which was up to about 250 Naira to 1 Dollar from what had traditionally been about 150 for the longest time), but the rate you get from one of these money-traders from the North is now just under 350, which means my dollars get converted to more than twice as much as I’m used to… While this will make my life a bit easier, the sad part is it means everything is getting more expensive for Nigerians, and I’ve already noticed that people (especially in places like Ede and Modakeke, where I was the last time I came to Nigeria for a year) are struggling even more than before. I really hope things will change soon because I’m sure it can’t continue in this direction for too long.

Before going to Ede I met up with someone who happened to see the blog I made last time when I was studying Ifa with the Araba (if you’d like to see some of the wild things that happened during that time and learn about what Ifa and the Araba are you see all of that on my previous blog here) and the Ifa library we made on Prof. Mugane’s ASK-DL website at Harvard, and even went to meet him in Modakeke afterward! It was really great to meet someone else who recognizes how great the Araba is, appreciates all of the work he does, and even helps him out from time to time. While I was on the road to Ede, I stopped by Ode-Omu (the Araba’s hometown) to give him some stuff I had brought him from the US, Senegal, and Brazil. He wanted to meet me there partially because it was on the road, but mostly because he didn’t want everyone to know I am around, or that I had given him things because then they would go asking him for some of it, and try to track me down too!

I visited Ede in 2014 to see if it would be a good site for research, and I was lucky enough to meet the Timi (his name is Munirudeen Adesola Lawal, the first king from the Laminisa royal family), and he was incredibly gracious and said he’d love for me to come do my research here. He asked me to stop by the palace again when I came back, so that was one of the first things I did. Unfortunately he was on his way back from a trip to the US then, so I was told to come back later. The other person I had met in 2014 was the Akoda (the 2nd most senior Ifa priest or diviner/priest of the deity of wisdom and divination), and I still remembered the way to his house, so I bought him a big bottle of schnapps (the use it to pray to Ifa) and went to let him know that I’m back. The Akoda was very happy to see me and promised to take me to see some of the most important orisa priests and priestesses (orisa is the Yoruba word for traditional divinities).

Since I arrived in Ede right at the very end of June, my next order of business was to try to meet some of the senior Muslim clerics since I wouldn’t be able to do that through the Timi, and the end of Ramadan was in just a few days. I visited the central mosque twice to introduce myself to the Chief Imam and the chairman of the Ede Muslim Council, a really nice man affectionately called Baba Elesin. They were both surprised that I was a Christian but spoke some Arabic, have read the Qur’an, and what really made them laugh was that I had been to Kaolack in Senegal where the Tijaniyyah tariqah, the most popular branch of Sufism (the esoteric branch of Islam) in Ede, is centered. They kindly invited me to come observe their programs for Laylat ul-Qadr (a night towards the end of Ramadan when the Prophet Muhammad first began to receive the revelation of the Qur’an) and ‘Eid al-Fitr (the celebration that marks the end of Ramadan.

For a full description of both of them, you’ll have to read my dissertation or the book that will come out of it (inshAllah/God willing), but what really struck me was first and foremost how orderly ‘Eid al-Fitr was. Ede is probably about 80-85% Muslim, and the main ‘Eid celebration was in the field of a grammar school that must hold up to 10,000 people. The place was about as packed as it could be, and when the Chief Imam began the prayers, I couldn’t help but think that the only thing that could get 10,000 Nigerians to fall silent and form neat, orderly rows and move in unison of their own free will must be God. If you’ve spent any time in Nigeria, you know how rowdy and noisy it is, and this struck me as a bit of a miracle (Even if it only lasted a few minutes).

A few days ago I finally got to see the Timi (it was tough because he was busy with all of the Ramadan festivities himself, and I couldn’t see him while that was going on), and he was incredibly gracious this time as well. He asked me about my long-terms plans in Ede, and introduced me to his younger brother who he said could be my link to everyone and anything I might need to see in Ede. Fortunately the Akoda had already introduced me to some of the other important people, but I will be getting back in touch with the Baba Kekere (little father or the Timi’s brother) in the next few days to learn more about the dynamics of the royal lineages, praise names of past kings and the town of Ede itself and royal history.

I’ve been lucky enough to meet with the Chief priests of Ogun (the deity of iron and war), Obatala (the ancient and wise deity of creation), a very knowledgeable priest of Sango (the royal deity of thunder and lightning), and the chief priestess of Osun (the deity of love and fertility) who is a really lovely woman. I’ll try to conduct a more formal interview with the chief priest of Ogun again in the next few days because his festival is coming up on Sunday the 17th which is also the new yam/harvest festival that marks the beginning of the new year.

On a more personal note, I’ve been staying on the campus of the newly-built (and partially still under construction) Redeemer’s University, and I was put in touch with Dr. Fyanka, a lecturer in the Department of History and International Studies who has been kind enough to help me get an affiliation with his department and accommodations on campus. Last week I helped them with the Toyin Falola conference since it was being held on campus, and the highlight of that for me was running into our uncle (and famous Nigerian author if I can brag about him) Femi Osofisan! I hadn’t seen him in over 20 years, and since this is the first time I’ve ever used a smartphone in Nigeria (those of you who know me know how much I resist technology), even I have to admit that it was nice to be able to take a picture with him and send it back to my family right away.

Also, our good friend Wale has been helping me move around Ede and conduct some interviews because he actually spent the first part of his life here, he has a car, and Obafemi Awolowo University (where he teaches in dramatic arts) is not in session, and they don’t know when they’ll be starting up again. It’s been great hanging out with him again, and he was even able to show me where the First Baptist Church is located, and I’m going to go there week after next because it was the first church built in Ede and that Baptist mission played a huge part in the history of Christianity in the town.

I had a rare day when I didn’t have much to do, so I went back to Modakeke to see the Araba, and it was really strange to see how some things have changed (he’s getting a bit older, his house is almost fully completed, some parts of the town are more run-down than before), but also a lot of them are exactly the same (I took the same little bus that I used to ride everyday to go to his old house, passed by the same buildings, and saw some of the same people I knew from before). One good change is that my friend Oloye (which is just a nickname that means “chief”) has gotten more serious about working with the Araba and is done riding his okada around and chasing women!


I really enjoyed seeing them again, going over some of the Ifa verses the Araba had taught me, and I even learned some new things about the Araba in the process. The most interesting fact came out when I reminded him about the medicine he made for a guy once that is supposed to make a person impervious to bullets (I think it’s someone in the other blog). The Araba didn’t remember us doing that, but he did say that it works really well, and told me that was how he escaped from the Ife-Modakeke war in about 1997 with only the welt in the middle of his forehead. I had always wondered how he got that, and he said it was because somebody had shot him right there with a gun, but because bullets can’t break through his skin, it just knocked him out and left a huge mark/amount of scar tissue! To give you an idea of how serious this war was (and the Araba’s part in it in particular) he also took on a whole tank and survived! He’s a really incredible man, and I think before I have to leave again, I’ll ask him if he’d mind me writing a book mostly about him but also our strange and unlikely friendship. The most recent chapter of that saga may just have been opened by somebody else seeing the Araba in one of our videos online and asking him to do some work to solve a problem, but that one may have to wait for another time…