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17 At the Back of the Black Man's Mind By R. E. Dennett<br />
Then NEFUKU formed his people under a Cachew tree, the men near the trunk of the<br />
tree, the women <strong>to</strong> the left, and the children <strong>to</strong> the right, the drummers opposite <strong>to</strong> the<br />
men. A man began a song and dance by wriggling, rubbing his s<strong>to</strong>mach with one hand<br />
and beating his chest with the other and emitting a great shout. He sang, and as he<br />
danced round the circle (inside) he bowed from time <strong>to</strong> time <strong>to</strong> those just in his vicinity,<br />
and as he did so they clapped their hands. Then they all sang and wriggled. Other men<br />
joined this singer and danced round with him. They became quiet, and then the singer<br />
treated them <strong>to</strong> a trill that Adelina Patti might be proud of. He beat his throat with the<br />
side of his hand and brought the effect out that way. Then as he came down <strong>to</strong> the level<br />
of an ordinary singer, the crowd once more joined in with its lala, lala, lala. Then a<br />
stranger (a servant of the Congo State), <strong>to</strong>ok his place and as he wriggled round and<br />
with a graceful curve bowed <strong>to</strong> his neighbour he found that the latter was looking the<br />
other way and did not give him the welcome clap-clap of hands, so he retired. Two<br />
ladies, good looking in their way, now modestly stepped in<strong>to</strong> the circle. Dressed in red<br />
with silver anklets, and about thirty pounds of china olive beads about their waists, they<br />
appeared <strong>to</strong> await the orders of the singer or master of the ceremonies. He sprinkled<br />
some rum upon their heads <strong>to</strong> give them courage. They looked as if they would rather<br />
not be there, and I have no doubt wished themselves among their cooking-pots. They<br />
made two or three attempts <strong>to</strong> dance, but finally their shyness overcame them and they<br />
ran away back <strong>to</strong> their places. An old lady, very heavily weighted with beads, <strong>to</strong>ok their<br />
places and, wriggling, seemed <strong>to</strong> defy the world.<br />
NENIMI was still seated under the Cachew tree receiving his guests, when a small<br />
procession was noticed coming from the S.W. It consisted of a man (dressed in a light<br />
blue coat and a cloth of blue and white checks, who also wore a white helmet), and his<br />
wife and two children in European clothes, and two or three other women. An opening<br />
was made for them in the crowd surrounding NENIMI, and the man, whose name was<br />
MARFINI, knelt down in front of his prince placing one of his children on either side of<br />
him. He spoke for some time in the usual flowery strain, and then turning his eyes<br />
upwards prayed NZAMBI <strong>to</strong> look down upon them and bless the great NEAMLAU <strong>to</strong> be.<br />
His little children, his wife and the women, when he commenced <strong>to</strong> pray, bowed their<br />
heads and buried their faces in their hands. All around listened patiently and<br />
respectfully, and when he had finished by saying AMEN, AMEN, NENIMI rubbed his<br />
hands in the earth and made the sign of the cross upon MARFINI'S forehead, and then<br />
blessed and dismissed them.<br />
Yet one more procession, this time led by the gallant Gabba, and it was the longest of<br />
them all. A man carrying a basin of food headed it, then came the old man. And now a<br />
man carrying a girl, just out of the paint house, 12 upon his shoulders. She carried a<br />
looking-glass in her hand, and continued <strong>to</strong> admire herself in it; then came women<br />
carrying bottles on their heads, old blue glass ware, the lid of a cigar box with a picture<br />
on it, a small box, old books and plates; the bugler and drummer bringing up the rear.<br />
12 See p. 69; also West Africa, March 21, 1903, P. 293, and Laws of the Bavili<br />
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