Dogon
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The
five day hike in the Bandiagara region of Mali to see Africa's Dogon
people was memorable for more than just the unique environment.
I'll never forget the amazing mud mosques, the wildly colourful
women, the millet beer, the taxi wrecks, the cliff tombs, and the
baobab trees scattered in the desert.
Less happily I will also remember the terrible heat, the dust, the
Haagen-Daz daydreams, the accommodation nightmares and the guides;
the money-hungry, ignorant guides that spoiled what should have
been a brilliant experience.
I
fired our first travel guide in a dark and dirty brothel in Mopti,
a day away from my destination, when it became clear that he was
not the son of a Dogon chief that he had claimed, and was more interested
in enriching himself than educating us.
The brothel was the cheaper of the two 'hotels' in Mopti and served
cold beer when the electricity was working, but was primitive, squalid,
and full of noisy drunks - not the perfect place to have a confrontation
with a villain at midnight by candlelight.
An hour later he was still shouting 'Give me all money, I kill you,'
when the chief of police walked in and took him away.
The next day the Chief kindly accepted a contribution to the Mali
Police Benevolent Fund.
The
second guide I interviewed seemed pleasant and well-qualified but
too expensive. Later I wished I had hired him, because the third
one, Suleiman, - or Sillyman as myself and my partner prefer to
remember him - calm, apparently knowledgeable and reasonable in
the town, turned out to have a violent temper, little knowledge
of Mali traditions, and a drink 'problem.'
Still, the hiking was never too hard - mainly because Sillyman was
too drunk to travel far - and he did lead us to some spectacular
sights.
Mali's
Dogon culture first amazed the world in 1948 when a French anthropologist
published details of long and complex Dogon myths, many based on
the Sirius star cluster, at a time when most whites believed Africans
to be capable of thinking about nothing more than sex or food.
The
Dogon homeland is beside the 200 kilometre Bandiagara cliff that
sticks up from the desert in the centre of the country.
The Dogon travelled to this hot, dusty, remote area in the 15th
century when they were Animists - who believe that the sun, the
wind, trees and other natural objects have souls- and were losing
battles with the larger Muslim community. Islam, however, still
found them and these days the 250,000 Dogon are mostly Muslim or
Christian with only a few Animists remaining.
Although
the area is infertile and inhospitable Mali's Dogon people have
developed some of the best art in Africa and a unique system to
water their vegetable fields. They also construct exceptional mud
buildings, bury their dead in caves in the cliff, and perform traditional
dances while wearing grotesque masks.
Woodcarving
is the art form for which Mali's Dogon people are visibly famous.
Small, curiously carved wooden doors, bowls, bizarre masks and strange
statues are the outstanding traditional items that can be seen around
Bandiagara and are sold to travellers all over West Africa.
Although
in some cases women carry water from deep wells to their fields,
a more unusual system is to carry fields to the water. Where rain
or spring water is naturally trapped in pools in the cliffs, the
Dogon carry earth up there and create fields - mostly of onions
- among the barren rocks.
Dogon
villages are supposedly constructed in the shape of a human, with
the men's shelter as the head in the north, women's menstruation
houses as hands, and village entrance as the genitals. Me, I spent
days trying see a shape in the layout of the villages in which
I stayed, but I failed. Sillyman was, as usual, useless as either
informant or interpreter.
The
buildings of mud and stone found in the villages are built co-operatively,
with flat roofed rooms surrounding a courtyard. Small granaries
nearby have carved wooden doors, conical straw roofs and goats
trying to get in. Other favourite but forbidden feeding spots
for the goats are the straw roofs of the togu-na shelters where
men spend the hottest hours of the day.
Streets are narrow, sandy and, apart from the occasional traveller's
4WD, free from vehicles, but you could be run over by an ox cart
if you had poor reaction times.
Scenically
the best part of Mali's Bandiagara experience is the clusters
of burial caves scattered in the vertical cliff face, way above
granaries and houses on the lower slopes. Originally carved out
by previous residents of the area, the Tellem people, some of
the more accessible high-altitude tombs have now been taken over
by the Dogon for their own burials.
Masks
are the most important religious symbol for the Dogon. Huge, bizarre
and made from wood, cloth and straw, they are worn by dancers
on ceremonial occasions such as funerals, where the idea is to
persuade the dead person's spirit to enter a mask, and not a neighbour.
Another common mask protects members of a household from evil
spirits.
Obviously
Sillyman's home didn't have an effective mask as he seems to have
been possessed by various evil and unpleasant spirits.
Ultimately I was protected by the good spirits that were stuffed
in my wallet, but it was sad to leave Mali and the fascinating
Dogon country with so few friends, so little money and such great
relief.
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