Here are some pictures from the event which took place in Akama Oghe in Ezeagu Local government of Enugu state, Nigeria.
|Mum, Berl, Lily, Dami[my bestie] and Ursula[at the back] Berl and Ursula're my younger sisters.|
|In my room after dressing up for the ceremony|
|'Abacha'. African salad. Yummy!|
|A cousin, Ursula, Berl, Lily and Andre[younger bro]|
|'Ogene' [Metal gong] and a drum|
|This guy can dance!|
|A sort of local gun or something called 'Nkpo na ani'|
|A Fulani woman turned Igbo|
|She danced vigourously with that calabash on her head and it didnt even shake!|
|Masquerades. I and Dami werent allowed to take this picture because we were women so we got Andre to do it.|
|The guy in the Tee shirt and brown trousers is the 'rainmaker'|
However, I witnessed something really weird and thought I should share it with you guys. One of my uncles called a ‘rain maker’ to make sure that it doesn’t rain on the day of the ceremony. On the day before the ceremony, the man staggered into the compound like he was very drunk. My dad had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with anyone playing ‘god’ so the man came to see my uncle. When I saw him, I tweeted ‘The rain maker is here’. The tweet to my surprise, didn’t post. This continued for a while. Then I tweeted ‘Rainmaker’. It appeared on my TL. So anytime, I added ‘the’ before ‘rainmaker’ , the tweet would disappear somehow. Twitter might have had problems then but it was weird that it happened only when the man was around and I did tweet about other things and they didn’t ‘disappear like those tweets had.
The rainmaker’s name[let’s see you disappear here] was Romanus. On the day of the ceremony, it was drizzling a bit. He brought out some herbs, put them inside water and started ‘chasing away’ the rain. It did stop raining a few minutes later. Throughout our stay, it only rained at night. According to the villagers, it was the ‘rain’ in his stomach was what was making him stagger all over the place and not alcohol. And when he sleeps at night, the rain would be released.
Dear reader, isn’t that one of the weirdest things you have ever heard?
We didn’t even know what to think about the whole things but allowed ourselves to be puzzled for a while. Like really? This guy is not a herbalist but he could stop the rain from ruining this day? Okay!
|The man in sunglasses is my dear father.|
|Set for church service on Sunday|
|Monday morning. Waiting for the bus. Wearing hairnets, no make up whatsoever and as tired as hell!|
Hope you guys are okay.