Saturday 30 March 2013

A Benin Account of the Origin of Oduduwa


Many centuries ago, at the time when Benin was called Igodomingodo, that geographical area now known as Benin, was the hub of a conglomeration of little towns that developed or spread into most of the areas of modern Bendel State. Throughout that period, lgodomingodo made steady progress especially in the areas of spiritual, philosophical and administrative development. Its efforts were largely concentrated on the arrangement of human order so that by the time Europeans made contact with the people of Benin in the 15th century, they had already established an administrative system which, till this day, baffled the Europeans and earned for the Capital of this "far flung" African country, the appellation "City". The nucleus of this great civilization was the monarchy which the Binis perfected around the 18th century when, after a series of experimentation with the Ogiso, and some of the past-Ogiso Obas, they introduced a monarchical system that is based on the principle of primogeniture, beginning with Ewuakpe, about 1712 A. D.

From the days of Owodo until now, the system of direct ascension has endured making the Benin Royal family one of the oldest families in Africa. It's history spans more than 800 years. Benin City remains today as conservative as it ever was. Shifting slowly, sometimes uneasily, under the pressures or demands of modernity, Benin recognizes that all living organisms (including states and cities) change. That change has reduced to mere historical fact the political influence Benin exercised over places such as Eko (Lagos) which she founded at the time of Oba Orhogbua (about 1550 A.D.) Ghana, Dahomey, both across the borders of modern Nigeria; Onitsha on the Niger and many other places such as Asaba, Agbor, lssele-Uku, Warri, ldah etc. Many of these towns actually owe their corporate existence to Benin. Since inter-action between African kingdoms began around the 14th century, Benin found herself in a unique geographic position by occupying mid -way between what the early Europeans referred to as the "Yoruba country" and the "lbo country". This proximity to the two areas no doubt broadened the outlook of the Binis in later years.

Quite tolerant and receptive of other ideas and norms, it is no wonder that today both the Eastern and 'Western neighbors of Benin have exercised a considerable influence on her socio-political life. The influence of the Yoruba is more felt. This is so because after about 800 years of intercourse both cultures had to rub off on each other. Thus, while the Binis have accepted many Yoruba gods, the Yoruba on the other hand accepted several of the socio-political reforms introduced by the Binis.

Contact with the Yoruba was made quite accidentally by Ekaladerhan, the son of the last Ogiso, who was banished in the 12th century. After wandering in the jungles for several years, he showed up in a town. Hitherto, neither Ekaladerhan, nor the people on whom he stumbled were aware of the existence of other people on earth than those that belonged to their immediate environment. To the people therefore, Ekaladerhan must be a god, a forest god; especially as they discovered him in the jungle.  He was adept in hunting and he understood the habits of animals to an astonishing degree. These facts, no doubt put mystique on his being and his personality. By a twist of Fate, Ekaladerhan who was banished by his own people had been accepted by a people who stumbled on him in the forest. He was brought into town where he married one of them and lived to a ripe old age.  

When his father Owodo was himself banished for ordering the execution of a pregnant woman, Evian was appointed administrator. But he sought to appoint Ogiamien his son as his successor. The move was resisted by the Bini and that gave rise to political strife and anarchy. A search party was then sent to look for the long-banished Prince and the trail inevitably ended at Uhe where Ekaladerhan had established. Alas, He was a very old man. So, even if he wished to grant the delegation's plea to return home, he was not physically capable of undertaking such a hazardous journey. But he allowed his son Oronmiyan, who had volunteered, to go with the delegation. Oronmiyan arrived around 1200 A.D. He fathered Eweka the first. Oba Erediauwa, is the 38th king of the Edo by this direct line of succession from Eweka the first.

Ogiso Owodo - Father of Oduduwa
Ekaladerhan - Oduduwa (Izoduwa)



The Yoruba Perspective

Mind you, the Oduduwa-Oranmiyan-Eweka connection between Ife and Benin from the side of the Yoruba history is also well-agreed, but to the Yoruba, certainly Oduduwa came from the Eastern Sky on a Chain from Heaven.  In short, the Yoruba are uncertain where he came from,  but he certainly did not come with a Bini twang, breathing heavily with would-be-executioners on his tail.  To make such a claim smacked of both cultural hegemony and imperial arrogance on the part of the Bini-Edo - not to talk of a hint of monarchical superiority...  Whether the mythical Oduduwa-from-the-Sky (in Yoruba creationism) got conflated with a human Oduduwa who later performed political and mystical wonders at Ile-Ife - as speculated by E. Bolaji Idowu - remains a mystery, which the Bini cannot, should not, dare not thereby try to solve for the Yoruba.


Thursday 28 March 2013

Haitian Vodoun Creation Story


Damballah, the great sky-serpent and father of all the Loa, created all the waters of the Earth. The movement of his 7,000 coils formed hills and valleys on Earth and brought forth stars and planets in the cosmos. He forged metals from his heat and sent forth lighting bolts to form the sacred rocks and stones of the world. When he shed his skin in the sun, releasing all the waters over the land, the reflection in the waters created a rainbow. Damballah fell in love with the rainbow, and made it his wife, Aida-Wedo (she represents the sky as a whole).

The Loa descended upon the first faithful in the legendary city of Ifé, located in Nigeria, where all life and and spiritual strength come from.

Loa - spirit, intermediary between the creator and humanity

Source

The Vodoun Creation Story


MAWU-LISA, the Great Creator, is a being with two faces. The first is MAWU, a Goddess, whose eyes are the moon. The other is LISA, a God, whose eyes are the sun. MAWU is calm and cool like the moon, and LISA, is hot and ruthless like the sun.

Since MAWU-LISA is both God and Goddess, MAWU became pregnant and had a total of 9 children; including 2 pairs of twins. The first to be born were twins, a God named DA ZODJI, and a Goddess called NYOHWE ANANU. The second birth was SOGBO, who like his parent was God and Goddess in one. The third birth was also twins, a God, AGBE, and a Goddess, NAETE. The fourth to be born was AGE, a God. The fifth GU, also a God: GU is all body. He has no head, instead of a head, a great sword is coming out of His neck. His trunk is of stone. The sixth birth was not a spiritual being, but DJO, air, and is needed to create the breath of life. The seventh to be born was LEGBA; MAWU said LEGBA was to be her spoiled child God, because he was the youngest.

One day the Goddess face of MAWU-LISA assembled all the children in order to divide the kingdom of the Universe. To the first twins, DA ZODJI and NYOHWE ANANU, She gave all the riches and told them to go and inhabit the earth. She said the earth was for them. MAWU said to SOGBO, that he was to remain in Heaven, because he was both God and Goddess. She told AGBE and NAETE to go and inhabit the
sea and command the waters. To AGE, she gave command of the animals and birds and told him to live in the bush (forest) as a hunter.

To GU, MAWU said he was her strength, and that was why he was not given a head like the others. GU is a blacksmith God who makes weapons for war and tools to build. Thanks to him, the earth would not always remain wild bush. GU taught men about warfare and how to build houses and farms. MAWU told DJO to live in space between the earth and sky. He was assigned the life-span of man. Thanks to him also, his brothers and sisters would be invisible. This is why another name for Vodun (Gods and Goddesses) is DJO the Invisible Ones.

When MAWU said this to the children, she gave the DA ZODJI and NYOHWE ANANU the language which was to be used on earth, and took away their memory of the language of Heaven. She gave SOGBO the language he would speak, and removed the memory of his parent language.

The same was done for AGBE and NAETE, AGE, and GU. But DJO was given the language of men.
Next she said to LEGBA, "You are my youngest child, and as you are spoiled, and have never known punishment, I cannot turn you over to your brothers. I will keep you with me always. Your work will be to visit all the Kingdoms, and to give me an account of what happens." So LEGBA knows all the languages known to his brothers and sisters. He also knows the language MAWU speaks and LEGBA is MAWU's spokesman. If one of the siblings wishes to speak, he/she must give the message to LEGBA, for they no longer know how to address MAWU-LISA.

* Research by Tash Wilson @ http://antoinefamilyreunion.blogspot.com/2011/08/vodun-creation-story.html

Akan Narrative on the Seperation of Nana Nyame and Human Beings

Nana Nyame, the supreme 'God', lived in the sky, though not the sky. The sky was very close to the earth, occupied by an old woman (Abrewa) and her children. The only food they ate was fufu. But whenever she prepared the meal the pestle would strike 'God', meaning they could reach 'God' whenever necessary. This went on for a long time until one day 'God' asked her to stop or 'God' would move to a higher sphere. But 'God's' demands fell on deaf ears and rightly so since she and her children had to eat. So one day 'God' ascended higher so that the pestle was unable to reach anymore. Undaunted by 'God's' action the Abrewa instructed her children to pile up all the mortars they could find. Her aim was to restore the lost proximity to 'God' and she almost succeeded. It got to a point where only one mortar was needed to reach 'God', and after a futile search for the last mortar she instructed her children to remove the original mortar at the bottom of the pile to be place[d] at the top. This, of course, proved to be a tragic blunder because as soon as the mortar was removed, the pile collapsed and fatally injured some of her children.





- Anthony Ephirim-Donkor - African Spirituality: On Becoming Ancestors, (African World Press, 1997)

Wednesday 27 March 2013

The Fulani Creation Story

At the begining there was a huge drop of milk
Then Doondari came and he created the stone
Then the stone created iron;
And iron created fire;
And fire created water;
And water created air.
Then Doondari descended the second time.
And he took the five elements
And he shaped them into man.
But man was proud.
Then Doondari created blindness, and blindness defeated man.
But when blindness became too proud,
Doondari created sleep, and sleep defeated blindness;
But when sleep became too proud,
Doondari created worry, and worry defeated sleep;
But when worry became too proud,
Doondari created death, and death defeated worry.
But then death became too proud,
Doondari descended for the second time,
And he came as Gueno, the eternal one.
And Gueno defeated death.

Doondari - an ancestral figure and source of creation
Gueno - Supreme and divine 'God' of life and death

- A Selection of African Poetry (Revised and enlarged edition), Introduced and annotated by K.E. Senanu and T. Vincent, Longman Group Limited, 1976

Tuesday 26 March 2013

The Two Lands




An idea lay in a grasp…
As hands unfolded the thought
A mind passed
Stop! Stop!! Stop!!!
What do I see?
It has finally happened
I know we should’ve been made more ethereal
This tangible form is destructive
Just look what a hand has done!
Never would a celestial being bring harm on such fragile musing
I shall take this to the crown and appeal to its high standing that you be expelled from the body.
So the mind summons the legs and marches the hands to the crown

At the court, the crown sat on the furry shoulders of a thousand strands
Once I see the mind, I am assured. It said, speak dear friend.
The mind begins…
You see, it took us many steps to get here.
Civilization is a process
And the most important thing about our history is that it is a library of past experiences.
What would we be if order was desecrated at every chance?

We are all workers. It continued,
All of us, in all our little strivings, we are workers.
All working for the body
The mind works with the intangible aspects of creation
While the hand works with the tangible
But today, I found the hands with an idea
Abomination!
My crown, you are of the upper body
I ask that you consider the importance of keeping order
And come to reason with me that the hand be excommunicated from the body.

The crown was still.
Shinning gold, molded and twisted in different corners and shapes
Do you have anything to say, hand. It demanded.

Of course, the hand responded.
It is not that the mind lies. But mental vision is clouded by lessons, experiences and perception.
Therefore, right /wrong, morality and truth are subjective.

The mind was furious; You are not of the thought realm!
How dare you conjure such things?

The hands continued, I was sitting under a tree
When this thought floated by
It said “do you think?”
So I invited thought to explore the limits of life and the in-exclusivity of thought.

See, if we are of the same life essence, are we really individuals?
If all our strivings go in service of the body
Are we really independent?
Maybe we all form a single individual and we are competitively killing ourselves, unaware of this

The mind scoffed, my crown, I ask you not to waste any more time on this
Severe the hand from the body!
The crown responded: what if the hands are true?

And the court went silent…

The hands spoke again
The mind was right when it said history is our backbone
But even the spine is fragile before it develops and solidifies
So the fact that I can think does not mean the order our history taught will be destroyed
It simply means we are entering a new age

It was then that the mind materialized with consciousness
Standing silent it said, this is a plausible argument,
But every ‘new age’ brings some structural change to the order of society,
What would this age bring?
Where would the mind, intellect and crown go if the hands can think on its own?

The hand interrupted, I don’t want your abilities
All I am saying is it would be better if we can all reason and act independently for a common purpose
We should be versed in every living attribute…

The argument seemed too good to argue against.
The crown finally spoke, you’ve spelt your case well,
But it is the sun who is the ambassador of order
Any change must come from its radiance.

And with a command, the wind was invited to lift the roof of the court and bring the sun in

Having walked around every corner in its usual manner,
The sun spoke, I’ve heard your worries and I’ve the solution.
We shall create a world.
And create two kingdoms in it.
A great wall of memory will stand between them
On the upper side, the mind shall rule
And on the lower side, the hand shall rule.
Each world will be master and slave to the other.

And the worlds were created from the materials present;
Hands, mind, legs, head…and the rest
This is how we came to be…


By Kwaw S. O. Peppeh Ra


 





The Golden Chain


   Long ago, well before there were any people, all life existed in the sky. Olorun lived in the sky, and with Olorun were many orishas. There were both male and female orishas, but Olorun transcended male and female and was the all-powerful supreme being. Olorun and the orishas lived around a young baobab tree. Around the baobab tree the orishas found everything they needed for their lives, and in fact they wore beautiful clothes and gold jewelry. Olorun told them that all the vast sky was theirs to explore. All the orishas save one, however, were content to stay near the baobab tree.
      Obatala was the curious orisha who wasn't content to live blissfully by the baobab tree. Like all orishas, he had certain powers, and he wanted to put them to use. As he pondered what to do, he looked far down through the mists below the sky. As he looked and looked, he began to realize that there was a vast empty ocean below the mist. Obatala went to Olorun and asked Olorun to let him make something solid in the waters below. That way there could be beings that Obatala and the orishas could help with their powers.
      Touched by Obatala's desire to do something constructive, Olorun agreed to send Obatala to the watery world below. Obatala then asked Orunmila, the orisha who knows the future, what he should do to prepare for his mission. Orunmila brought out a sacred tray and sprinkled the powder of baobab roots on it. He tossed sixteen palm kernels onto the tray and studied the marks and tracks they made on the powder. He did this eight times, each time carefully observing the patterns. Finally he told Obatala to prepare a chain of gold, and to gather sand, palm nuts, and maize. He also told Obatala to get the sacred egg carrying the personalities of all the orishas.
      Obatala went to his fellow orishas to ask for their gold, and they all gave him all the gold they had. He took this to the goldsmith, who melted all the jewelry to make the links of the golden chain. When Obatala realized that the goldsmith had made all the gold into links, he had the goldsmith melt a few of them back down to make a hook for the end of the chain.
      Meanwhile, as Orunmila had told him, Obatala gathered all the sand in the sky and put it in an empty snail shell, and in with it he added a little baobab powder. He put that in his pack, along with palm nuts, maize, and other seeds that he found around the baobab tree. He wrapped the egg in his shirt, close to his chest so that it would be warm during his journey.
      Obatala hooked the chain into the sky, and he began to climb down the chain. For seven days he went down and down, until finally he reached the end of the chain. He hung at its end, not sure what to do, and he looked and listened for any clue. Finally he heard Orunmila, the seer, calling to him to use the sand. He took the shell from his pack and poured out the sand into the water below. The sand hit the water, and to his surprise it spread and solidified to make a vast land. Still unsure what to do, Obatala hung from the end of the chain until his heart pounded so much that the egg cracked. From it flew Sankofa, the bird bearing the sprits of all the orishas. Like a storm, they blew the sand to make dunes and hills and lowlands, giving it character just as the orishas themselves have character.
      Finally Obatala let go of the chain and dropped to this new land, which he called "Ife", the place that divides the waters. Soon he began to explore this land, and as he did so he scattered the seeds from his pack, and as he walked the seeds began to grow behind him, so that the land turned green in his wake.
      After walking a long time, Obatala grew thirsty and stopped at a small pond. As he bent over the water, he saw his reflection and was pleased. He took some clay from the edge of the pond and began to mold it into the shape he had seen in the reflection. He finished that one and began another, and before long he had made many of these bodies from the dark earth at the pond's side. By then he was even thirstier than before, and he took juice from the newly-grown palm trees and it fermented into palm wine. He drank this, and drank some more, and soon he was intoxicated. He returned to his work of making more forms from the edge of the pond, but now he wasn't careful and made some without eyes or some with misshapen limbs. He thought they all were beautiful, although later he realized that he had erred in drinking the wine and vowed to not do so again.
      Before long, Olorun dispatched Chameleon down the golden chain to check on Obatala's progress. Chameleon reported Obatala's disappointment at making figures that had form but no life. Gathering gasses from the space beyond the sky, Olorun sparked the gasses into an explosion that he shaped into a fireball. He sent that fireball to Ife, where it dried the lands that were still wet and began to bake the clay figures that Obatala had made. The fireball even set the earth to spinning, as it still does today. Olorun then blew his breath across Ife, and Obatala's figures slowly came to life as the first people of Ife.

David A. Anderson/Sankofa, 1991, The Origin of Life on Earth: An African Creation Myth: Mt. Airy, Maryland, Sights Productions, 31 p. (Folio PZ8.1.A543 Or 1991)