By Umaru Fofana
From the Sacred Forest they emerged. The King’s Council of Elders and some young men. Some of them had their faces painted. Some dressed as women. One of them stood out the most – he looked like a pregnant woman, thanks to a calabash he had wrapped under a flowing gown. Tiny little gourds hung over the necks of many of the young men.
About four men carried bigger gourds tied to a stick lying on their shoulders. They walked to the nearby forest as they were joined by hundreds of mostly young men and women and children.