Bundu Trap - Windward Community College
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with the thin rod now seems more interested<br />
in me than in her pupils.<br />
“The little girl understands things<br />
well,” she says, nodding to Auntie Mbalia.<br />
“Oh, but if her granny is not around, I<br />
will be the one in charge. I hope she<br />
knows that.”<br />
Granny puts her arms<br />
around me. I know that I<br />
have been saved so far<br />
only because she, like<br />
my mother, believes<br />
in education.<br />
Then turning to me, Auntie Mbalia<br />
adds, “Just pray for your granny to be<br />
alive until you finish school.”<br />
Even though Auntie Mbalia loves to<br />
tease me, I know she is serious about<br />
having me circumcised as soon as possible.<br />
Her own three daughters were all<br />
circumcised only a few days after birth.<br />
Auntie Mbalia believes in doing things<br />
“the way our people did.” I know I have<br />
been saved so far only because Granny,<br />
like my mother, believes in education.<br />
Granny single-handedly put her two sons<br />
through school after her husband died,<br />
when my father, the elder, was only six<br />
years old. She has not regretted the sacrifice;<br />
her children provide adequately for<br />
her today.<br />
“I’m not dying yet. I won’t die until<br />
I’ve seen all my granddaughters circumcised,”<br />
Granny says defensively.<br />
“Amin, 8 Amin, Amin,” the women<br />
chorus, including Auntie Mbalia. The<br />
woman with the stick sets herself down<br />
on the floor.<br />
“That’s the dream of every grandmother.<br />
Allah will answer your prayers.”<br />
She is almost whispering now, her face<br />
changing into the same serious mold it<br />
had when she scrutinized her pupils. She<br />
settles the rod on the ground beside her,<br />
pulls her clothes together and tucks them<br />
between her legs. “That was my grandmother’s<br />
biggest dream,” she begins.<br />
“She was a sowe herself in my village,<br />
and she taught me everything I know today.<br />
I used to go with her to the bushes to<br />
pick the leaves she used. We would wake<br />
up early in the morning, before even the<br />
fowls began to crow, to set off for the<br />
bushes. Even though I was only about six<br />
or seven years old, she only had to say<br />
my name once, and I was jumping out of<br />
the mat. I used to sleep on the ground beside<br />
her. There would be nobody on the<br />
paths from the moment we left the hut<br />
until we returned from the depth of the<br />
bushes. My grandmother liked it that<br />
way—she tried to avoid bad spirits who<br />
might spoil the power of the leaves. She<br />
knew the strength of every leaf in the<br />
bush, the old woman. All her life as a<br />
sowe, almost forty years, she never once<br />
lost a child in operation. Not a single<br />
one.”<br />
The women punctuate the story with<br />
impressive Alhamdudilais. 9<br />
“And remember, with us Temne 10<br />
people, we put our children through society<br />
at a very early age, sometimes as<br />
young as five years, for both girls and<br />
boys. You know the sooner we were prepared<br />
for marriage, the better it was for<br />
our parents.…”<br />
“But in Freetown, most Temne girls<br />
who go to school don’t go through society<br />
until after they finish school,” Fanta<br />
argues. I had almost forgotten what<br />
Fanta’s voice sounded like. It is the first<br />
time I’ve heard any of the girls speak<br />
since I entered the bush.<br />
I don’t know how the thin stick got<br />
from the floor to the air. I just see it there,<br />
flying about.<br />
“Did I ask any of my girls a question?”<br />
The woman with the stick is talking<br />
to the bamboo ceiling. She turns to<br />
the other women and asks, “People, did I<br />
give Fanta permission to talk? Is Fanta<br />
allowed to talk when society women are<br />
talking? Fanta who is still not healed,<br />
Fanta who still has more than half the trials<br />
of society to pass through—can she<br />
talk when the rest of us are talking?<br />
Women, please tell me.”<br />
I notice Auntie Fanta vehemently<br />
loosening a small knot at the edge of her<br />
clothes. Hiding behind her namesake,<br />
she unfolds a small stack of bills and retrieves<br />
two notes, which she folds up into<br />
an even smaller stack. She ties her wrap<br />
again and stands up.<br />
“Mami Sowe, you did not throw any<br />
words at Fanta, and Fanta should not<br />
have the mind to talk before she’s asked<br />
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to do so. But she’s only been here three<br />
weeks. Let us please forgive her. In time,<br />
she’ll learn the ways of a woman. That’s<br />
the reason.…” I do not hear the rest of<br />
Auntie Fanta’s words. The name Mami<br />
Sowe has just taken effect on me.<br />
“Is she Mami Sowe?” I ask in<br />
Granny’s ears.<br />
Granny does not answer.<br />
Auntie Fanta tries to press the folded<br />
notes into the woman’s hand.<br />
“Let this pay the fine.”<br />
“But did I ask for a fine yet? You Fantas<br />
are all alike. You think I’m cheap?<br />
Don’t you know that if there’s a fine, I<br />
should tell you what the fine should be?<br />
This is the problem with <strong>Bundu</strong> in towns.<br />
There is no respect for the sowe. Get<br />
away from me.” She pushes Auntie<br />
Fanta with her elbow.<br />
The women are laughing, and I suddenly<br />
find them all very strange. I am actually<br />
standing in Mami Sowe’s<br />
presence, and I did not know it, just as<br />
Fanta did not suspect the shopping expedition<br />
with Auntie Iye would end up in<br />
the <strong>Bundu</strong> bush. Me, finally in the hands<br />
of Mami Sowe. Even as the women<br />
laugh, they’re nodding their heads in<br />
agreement with Mami Sowe. They all<br />
agree with everything she says.<br />
Auntie Fanta stands up and playfully<br />
pulls at the extra flesh under Mami<br />
Sowe’s armpit.<br />
“What do you expect? We’re in Freetown;<br />
this is British <strong>Bundu</strong>.”<br />
Mami Sowe points a hand at Auntie<br />
Fanta. “Then maybe you should have<br />
taken your children to the British so they<br />
can circumcise them.”<br />
“Oh, they can do that in hospitals<br />
nowadays, you know, and you don’t<br />
even have to go through all the expenses.<br />
You do it quietly there, everything is<br />
faster, and you bring them home<br />
sooner.”<br />
This is the first time I’m hearing this.<br />
There’s <strong>Bundu</strong> in the hospitals too? First<br />
there was injection, now there’s circumcision.<br />
I must remember that next time<br />
mother asks me to accompany her to visit<br />
some relative at the hospital. But I’m not<br />
the only person who is shocked.<br />
Mami Sowe’s mouth is agape. She recovers<br />
soon enough and takes on Auntie<br />
Fanta.