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Masquerades of the Bozo, Kirango (mali)

Source: masquerades of the bozo, kirango (mali)

This interesting webpage By Elisabeth den Otter has lots of photos which you can access through links. It covers the rarely seen circumcision ceremony and has other cultural information

Kirango is an old village located on the bank of the Niger river, about 35 km north-east of the city of Ségou. The inhabitants are Bamanan (farmers) and Bozo/Somono (fishermen). Both ethnic groups celebrate their masquerades, each in its own way. For the Bozo/Somono circumcision is a very important ceremony, which takes place about every ten years. For that occasion, they organize a masquerade, with dances, masks, and ‘sogow’ (literally ‘animals’) that represent an animal, symbolic or domestic. They are accompanied by drumming and singing.

Go to the webpage and see the photos

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May 6, 2008 Posted by sociolingo | ANTHROPOLOGY, CULTURE, Mali ceremonies, Mali photography, Mali practices and beliefs, Mali symbols | | No Comments

Mali anthropology: baby naming ceremony, Bamako

Love it or hate it, You Tube can be a useful tool for the anthropologist. I came across this video clip of a naming ceremony in Bamako

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-rBWKHhyOs

This video was shot at a celebration and baby naming ceremony
deep in the heart of Bamako (Sabaliboogo district). Interestingly similar to the Mali marriage ceremonies with Griot singers and drum and dance friendly competition. Siaka’s drum troupe are the main performance and young Kaliefa plays the lead in this clip. The dance party is for one of the dancers who recently had a baby.

michaelpluznick has a good range of video clips on YouTube with drumming as a theme.

March 4, 2008 Posted by sociolingo | ANTHROPOLOGY, MALI, Mali celebrations, Mali ceremonies, Mali culture, Mali drumming | | No Comments

Mali: Sand divination - African fractals

Mali: Sand divination - African fractals

Posted by sociolingo on March 8th, 2007

With a Malian colleague I visited a sand diviner in his village along the Guinea road some years ago. It was an interesting experience. The man was introduced to me as a ‘marabout’ or muslim holy man. My colleague was visiting him to find some information out about his future as he was worried about government reorganisation. I was invited to video the reading and afterwards the marabout gave me some information about his methodology. He insisted that it was not a religious thing, but that it was a technical skill using mathematics.

Sand divination in Mali

I was exploring to find more information about sand divination used by the Bambara in Mali when I found the following excerpt from a book. In this chapter the author describes a system very similar to the one I witnessed.

Excerpt from Chapter 7

Eglash, R. African Fractals: Modem Computing and Indigenous Design (Rutgers University Press, 1999.)

My introduction to Cedena, or sand divination, took place in Dakar, Senegal, where the local Islamic culture credits the Bamana (also known as “Bambara”) with a potent pagan mysticism. Almost all diviners had some kind of physical deformity — “the price paid for their power.”One diviner seemed quite willing to teach me about the system, suggesting that it “would be just like school.”The first few sessions went smoothly, with the diviner showing me a symbolic code in which each symbol, represented by a set of four vertical dashed lines drawn in the sand, stood for some archetypical concept (travel, desire, health, etc.) with which he assembled narratives about the future.But when I finally asked how he derived the symbols — in particular the meaning of some patterns drawn prior to the symbol writing — they all laughed at me and shook their heads.“That’s the secret!”My offers of increasingly high payments were met with disinterest.Finally, I tried to explain the social significance of cross-cultural mathematics.I happened to have a copy of Linda Garcia’s Fractal Explorer with me, and began by showing a graph of the Cantor set, explaining its recursive construction.The head diviner, with an expression of excitement, suddenly stopped me, snapped the book shut and said “show him what he wants!”

As it turns out, the recursive construction of the Cantor set was just the right thing to show, because the Bamana divination is also based on recursion. The divination begins with four horizontal dashed lines, drawn rapidly, so that there is some random variation in the number of dashes in each.The dashes are then connected in pairs, such that each of the four lines are left with either one single dash (in the case of an odd number) or no dashes (all pairs, the case of an even number).The narrative symbol is then constructed as a column of four vertical marks, with double vertical lines representing an even number of dashes and single lines representing an odd number of dashes.At this point the system is similar to the famous Ifa divination: there are two possible marks in four positions, so 16 possible symbols.Unlike Ifa, however, the random symbol production is repeated four times rather than two.The difference is quite significant. Each of the Ifa symbol pairs are interpreted as one of256 possible Odu, or verses.The Ifa diviner must memorize the Odu; hence four symbols would be too cumbersome (65,536 possible verses).But the Bamana divination does not require any verse memorization; as we will see, its use of recursion allows for verse self-assembly.

As in the additive sequences we examined, the divination code is generated by an iterative loop in which the output of the operation is used as the input for the next stage.In this case the operation is addition modulo 2 (”mod 2″ for short), which simply gives the remainde after division by two. This is the same even/odd distinction used in the parity bit operation which checks for errors on contemporary computer systems. There is nothing particularly complex about mod 2; in fact I was quite disappointed at first because its reapplication destroyed the potential for a binary placeholder representation in the Bamana divination.Rather than interpret each position in the column as having some meaning (as would our binary number 1011, which means one 1, one 2, zero 4s, and one 8), the diviners reapplied mod 2 to each row of the first two symbols, and each row of the last two symbols.The results were then assembled into two new symbols, and mod 2 was applied again to generate a third symbol.Another four symbols were created by reading the rows of the original four as columns, and mod 2 was again recursively applied to generate another three symbols.

The use of an iterative loop, passing outputs of an operation back as inputs for the next stage, was a shock to me; I was at least as taken aback by the sand symbols as the diviners had been by the Cantor set.It would be naive to claim that this was somehow a leap outside of our cultural barriers and power differences — in fact that’s just the sort of pretension that the last two decades of reflexive anthropology has been dedicated against — but it would also be ethnocentric to rule out those aspects that would be attributed to mathematical collaboration elsewhere in the world:the mutual delight of two recursion fanatics discovering each other.And the appearance of the symbols laid out in two groups of seven — the Rosicrucian’s mystic number — added some numerological icing on the cake.

The following day I found that the presentation had not been complete.There were an additional two symbols that were left out; these were also generated by mod 2 recursion using the two bottom symbols to create a 15th, and using that last symbol with the first symbol to create a 16th (bringing the total depth of recursion to five iterations).The 15th symbol is called “this world,” and the 16th is “the next world,” so there was good reason to separate them from the others.The final part of the system — creating a narrative from the symbols — was still unclear, but I was assured that it could be learned if I carefully followed their instructions.I was to give seven coins to seven lepers, place a kola nut on a pile of sand next to my bed at night, and in the morning bring a white cock, which would have to be sacrificed to compensate for the harmful energy released in the telling of the secret.I followed all the instructions, and the next morning bought a large white cock at the market. They held the chicken over the divination sand, and I was told to eat the bitter kola nut as they marked divination symbols on its feet with an ink pen.A little sand was thrown in its mouth, and then I was told to hold it down as prayers were chanted.There was no action on the part of the diviner; the chicken simply died in my hands.

While still a bit shaken by the chicken’s demise (as well as a respectable buzz from the kola nut), I was told the remaining mystery.Each symbol has a “house” in which it belongs — for example, the position of the 16th symbol is “the next world”– but in any given divination most symbols will not be located in their own house.Thus the 16th symbol generated might be “desire,” so we would have desire in the house of the next world, and so on.Obviously this still leaves room for creative narration on the part of the diviner, but the beauty of the system is that no verses need to be memorized or books consulted; the system creates its own complex variety.

The most elegant part of the method is that it only requires four random drawings; after that the entire symbolic array is quickly self-generated.Self-generated variety is important in modern computing, where it is called pseudorandom number generation (figure 7.8). These algorithms take little memory, but can generate very long lists of what appear to be random numbers, although the list will eventually start over again (this length is called the “period” of the algorithm). Although the Bamana only require an additional 12 symbols to be generated in this fashion, a maximum-length pseudorandom number generator using their initial four symbols will produce 65,535 symbols before it begins to repeat.

 

 

African Fractals: modern computing and indigenous design

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Fractal geometry has emerged as one of the most exciting frontiers in the fusion between mathematics and information technology. Fractals can be seen in many of the swirling patterns produced by computer graphics, and have become an important new tool for modeling in biology, geology, and other natural sciences. While fractal geometry can take us into the far reaches of high tech science, its patterns are surprisingly common in traditional African designs, and some of its basic concepts are fundamental to African knowledge systems.
African Fractals introduces readers to fractal geometry and explores the ways it is expressed in African cultures. Drawing on interviews with African designers, artists, and scientists, Ron Eglash investigates fractals in African architecture, traditional hairstyling, textiles, sculpture, painting, carving, metalwork, religion, games, quantitative techniques, and symbolic systems. He also examines the political and social implications of the existence of African fractal geometry. Both clear and complex, this book makes a unique contribution to the study of mathematics, African culture, anthropology, and aesthetic design.

March 8, 2007 Posted by sociolingo | ANTHROPOLOGY, MALI, Mali ceremonies, Mali science, Mali technology, TECHNOLOGY | | No Comments

Mali anthropology: Fulani Naming Ceremony in Bamako

(More from my diary, this time from February)
We left around 6.30 for the baptism of a Fulani baby born 7 days ago. We had to be there before dawn. I am exhausted and the day is
only just started!
First of all, the men and women are separated. I’m being treated as the baby’s grandmother which is sweet. My friends mother can’t come so I am stand-in. My role is to sit beside my friend most of the time. As we arrived the ladies were in a panic still getting dressed. Soon we departed the bedroom for the sitting room where a mattress was laid on the floor and a big blanket on the floor beside it. A mute lady shaved all the hair from the baby’s head. We all had breakfast together - milky coffee, bread and a sort of meat sauce. It was just the closer family in the room, until the praise singers arrived. Now that WAS an experience! The first few were fine, older ladies,come to sing the praises of the new baby and her family. The men meanwhile got together for prayers, and then the word came that the baby would be named. I’m not sure if my friend knew the baby’s name until that moment - the word went round that the baby was called Mariam after her grandmother. Everyone applauded. Then the ‘vultures’ arrived. I ran out of small coins to give (did I say you have to pay to have your praises sung?). One guy singer comes in and tells me I HAVE to go and ask my husband
for money for him. In fact he leads me by the hand to my husband. But he was fine in comparison to some of these ladies - three of them refused to budge until I paid them. The other ladies in the room were catching my eye and motioning ‘no’ to me, telling me to stand firm. In the end I lay down beside my friend and pretended to go to sleep. They finally went. We’ve now excused ourselves for a couple of hours but we have instructions to be back by midday ready for the big meal. I’m not sure what will happen this afternoon but I think it is the ladies party. I had to take my best best dress and we’ll change around 4 pm.
After a short break at home we went back to my friends compound for lunch. Again - men and women separate. We ate with one hand. Try tearing meat from bone with one hand! Then came a couple of hours of sheer boredom. Sitting in a hot room with lots of other women, nothing much happening.

Around 4pm I changed into my best best boubou (kaftan), pagne (wrap-round skirt) and head tie. All the ladies assembled in the sitting room. A man arrived with a local type of guitar. He serenaded us for the next few hours. Wonderful music. First he sat next to the new mum and sang a beautiful song of blessing for the baby, later he sat at the side of the room and gave us a sort of continuous accompaniment. A griot (praise singer) arrived - this was the official one who had sung in the morning. She opened the proceedings proper. She had a sort of side-kick who emphasised certain things she said, or agreed with them. She sang the praises of my friends family and sang the name of the baby. This was the women’s ‘baptism’ ceremony. A non-religious one. Then came presents! Wow talk about complicated! My friend has to keep a book with the name of everyone who gave a present and what they gave. Later she has to visit everyone of them and give them presents at appropriate ceremonies. There were lots of mums with babies. Everything was given publicly and shown around, and then placed in a baby bath (also a present). Finally a rich member of the family gave the baby her first gold earrings. Great ceremony was made of this by the griot. Then the other griots decended. These are the ones I called ‘vultures’ earlier. It was pandemonium. The noise was amazing. I think there must have been a dozen of them in a tiny sitting room already crowded with women. We had already taken a collection for the official griot and the musician, but these ladies also wanted money. Frozen bags of drink were sent round and also take home bags of cola nuts. At the same time the official griot and my friend were arguing about the contribution taken for the griot and for the food. Eventually someone gave the extra amount demanded. This was a reasonably friendly haggle - the ‘vultures’ were not. People started to go, but I was not allowed to. As I was stand-in family I had to be one of the last to leave. In the end I took refuge in a bedroom with a couple of the teenagers and hid! Can you imagine it! Finally they left and we emerged.

We were asked to take a family home across town, and while we were waiting for them to get ready one of the griots descended on me again. This time insisting I paid her fare home. It took a lot of arguing before she finally left.

Now I am home. It has certainly been an interesting day and this little baby has been well and truly blessed, and many useful gifts have been given to the family. For the young mother it has been absolutely exhausting. For the last week she has been confined to a room with the baby with only family attending her. Now she has to spend 6 more weeks on the family compound. The baby will be 7 weeks old before she leaves the compound for the first time.

 
 
 
 

February 27, 2007 Posted by sociolingo | Bamako, LIFE, MALI, Mali blogs, Mali celebrations, Mali ceremonies, Mali children, Mali personal story, Mali society | | 1 Comment

Mali wedding blues

Last weekend we had a wedding just half a block away from my apartment. First I knew of it was the drums the night before. That was fun! They set up shop on the street corner … several large Djembé drums and lots of smaller ones … some that you hold under your arm and beat with a stick. The decibel level was incredible. The apartment seemed to reverberate. All the local kids were out and a big crowd developed. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

The following day I was drawn to our balcony by the sound of a huge number of mopeds (called motos) and motor bikes .. all revving up and sounding horns. It was the start of a cavalcade .. they paraded the streets in our area for about half an hour. After the motor bikes came the cars .. all sounding their horns and flashing lights. The roads around here are really bad. The rains have washed some of the red mud away and there are huge holes and bumps. You should have seen some of these posh cars trying to make their way around .. I felt really sorry for some of the ladies dressed in their finery being slung around the back seat of a mercedes!

Then the men congregated at one of the local mosques …for the wedding ceremony, without the bride!!! This is the formal part of the day. I think there are five mosques around here.

Later in the afternoon I heard drumming again from the street corner. They had put up a sheltered area and brought in lots of chairs. It was ladies afternoon ….wonderful colours, wonderful boubous in bright colours. It seemed at one point like most of the area had turned out. During this time various ceremonies are carried out by the women. The poor little bride sits under a veil in a courtyard, usually looking terribly scared. There are praise singers (griots) who sing the praises of those who pay them. The ones for this group sang really well. In fact there seemed to be two and one would sing with the other making encouraging comments. Sometime in the late afternoon everyone dispersed and the area settled down for the night.

Then the local night club began …..

P2090002, originally uploaded by Malilady.

 

February 10, 2007 Posted by sociolingo | Bamako, LIFE, MALI, Mali architecture, Mali blogs, Mali celebrations, Mali ceremonies, Mali culture, Mali marriage, Mali photography, buildings | | No Comments