King Kwoffi Karri Kari, Whom We Fought With
In 1874, Used To Make A Big Day For His Suhman, Which Was Kept In A
Box Covered With Gold Plates, And He Sacrificed A Human Victim To It
Every Tuesday, With General Festivities And Dances In Its Honour.
I should remark that Sasabonsum is married.
His wife, or more
properly speaking his female form, is called Shamantin. She is far
less malignant than the male form. Her name comes from Srahman -
ghost or spirit; the termination "tin" is an abbreviation of
sintstin - tall. She is of immense height, and white; perhaps this
idea is derived from the white stem of the silk-cotton trees wherein
she invariably abides. Her method of dealing with the solitary
wayfarer is no doubt inconvenient to him, but it is kinder than her
husband's ways, for she does not kill and eat him, as Sasabonsum
does, but merely detains him some months while she teaches him all
about the forest: what herbs are good to eat, or to cure disease;
where the game come to drink, and what they say to each other, and
so forth. I often wish I knew this lady, for the grim, grand
African forests are like a great library, in which, so far, I can do
little more than look at the pictures, although I am now busily
learning the alphabet of their language, so that I may some day read
what these pictures mean.
Do not go away with the idea, I beg, that goddesses as a general
rule, are better than gods. They are not. There are stories about
them which I could - I mean I could not - tell you. There is one
belonging also to the Tschwi. She lives at Moree, a village five
miles from Cape Coast. She is, as is usual with deities, human in
shape and colossal in size, and as is not usual with deities, she is
covered with hair from head to foot, - short white hair like a goat.
Her abode is on the path to surf-cursed Anamabu near the sea-beach,
and her name is Aynfwa; a worshipper of hers has only got to mention
the name of a person he wishes dead when passing her abode and
Aynfwa does the rest. She is the goddess of all albinoes, who are
said to be more frequent in occurrence round Moree than elsewhere.
Ellis says that in 1886, when he was there, they were 1 per cent. of
the entire population. These albinoes are, ipso facto, her priests
and priestesses, and in old days an albino had only to name anywhere
a person Aynfwa wished for, and that person was forthwith killed.
I think I may safely say that every dangerous place in West Africa
is regarded as the residence of a god - rocks and whirlpools in the
rivers - swamps "no man fit to pass" - and naturally, the surf. Along
the Gold Coast, at every place where you have to land through the
surf, it fairly swarms with gods. A little experience with the said
surf inclines you to think, as the dabblers in spiritualism say
"that there is something in it." I will back this West Coast surf -
"the Calemma," as we call it down South, against any other
malevolent abomination, barring only the English climate. Its ways
of dealing with human beings are cunning and deceitful. In its most
ferocious moods it seizes a boat, straightway swamps it, and feeds
its pet sharks with the boat's occupants. If the surf is merely
sky-larking it lets your boat's nose just smell the sand, and then
says "Thought you were all right this time, did you though," and
drags the boat back again under the incoming wave, or catches it
under the stern and gaily throws it upside down over you and yours
on the beach. Variety, they say, is charming. Let those who say
it, and those who believe it, just do a course of surf-work, and
I'll warrant they will change their minds.
There is one thing about the surf that I do not understand, and that
is why witches always walk stark naked along the beach by it at
night, and eat sea crabs the while. That such is a confirmed habit
of theirs is certain; and they tell me that while doing this the
witches emit a bright light, and also that there is a certain
medicine, which, if you have it with you, you can throw over the
witch, and then he, or she, will remain blazing until morning time,
running to and fro, crying out wildly, in front of the white,
breaking, thundering surf wall, and when the dawn comes the fire
burns the witch right up, leaving only a grey ash - and palaver set
in this world and the next for that witch.
A highly-esteemed native minister told me when I was at Cape Coast
last, that a fortnight before, he had been away in the Apollonia
district on mission work. One evening he and a friend were walking
along the beach and the night was dark, so that you could see only
the surf. It is never too dark to see that, it seems to have light
in itself. They saw a flame coming towards them, and after a
moment's doubt they knew it was a witch, and feeling frightened, hid
themselves among the bushes that edge the sandy shore. As they
watched, it came straight on and passed them, and they saw it
disappear in the distance. My informant laughed at himself, and
very wisely said, "One has not got to believe those things here, one
has in Apollonia."
To the surf and its spirits the sea-board-dwelling Tschwis bring
women who have had children and widows, both after a period of eight
days from the birth of the child, or the death of the husband.
A widow remains in the house until this period has elapsed,
neglecting her person, eating little food, and sitting on the bare
floor in the attitude of mourning.
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