May 20, 2013
Cubans Visit their Ancestral Home
in Africa
Nobody in either Sierra Leone or Cuba is a fluent Banta speaker anymore—the language has died out—but incredibly people on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean still sung songs in the old dialect.
It was enough for the people in Upper Banta to recognize the Cubans’ songs and claim them as family. “They Are We”, a man named Solomon Musa said as he watched footage of the Cubans’ culture the first time Dr. Christopher visited his village.
Others in the surrounding area told of old stories passed on from their ancestors of people stolen away into slavery, including an entire initiation group from the Menda society who were taken just before their initiation rites were complete.
Whether the Cubans’ ancestor was one of that group is impossible to prove, but to some of the old people in Upper Banta it seems that their ancestors’ stories of stolen people have been proved true. From the first time they saw footage of the Cuban group’s cultural performance, they asked whether the Cubans might be able to visit so that they could all be together “as brothers and sisters”.
It took a couple of years for that to come about, because it was difficult for the Cubans to get permission to travel. With the recent change in the law, however, four of their number was at last able to return to their ancestral homeland.
The warmth of the welcome was certainly worth the wait. First visiting Paramount Chief Tommy Jombla in Banta Mokele, both the local people—led with beautiful singing by Christianne Jombla, the chief’s granddaughter—and then the Cubans, drummed, sang and danced in a day of sheer joy.
The Cuban’s chief singer, Elvira Fumero Añí, became overwhelmed with emotion and tears poured down her face. “I’ve never felt so accepted,” she said, speaking of the importance of knowing your origins. Even Chief Jombla joined in the dancing.
After visiting the Chiefdom headquarters, the party went to the village of Mokepie, where Mama Lucy Amara, the last head of the Menda Society,greeted them.
She showed them the medicine house that belonged to the society, which was partly destroyed in the civil war during the 1990s. Expressing her desire to get the society restarted, Mama Lucy was delighted to hear that some Menda traditions are carried on in Cuba. She and Elvira later shopped and cooked together, building up genuine affection regardless of the language gap.
The culmination of the trip was a week’s stay in the ancient village of Mokpangumba. Accompanied by Mama Lucy, the Cubans walked towards the village (which has no motor road access) to the sound of drumbeats and singing. No less than four masked devils from the secret societies and virtually the entire village had turned out to celebrate their arrival.
There were cries of delight as Cubans and Sierra Leoneans who had seen each other on film recognized each other in person and went to greet each other with warm hugs and laughter. It was the start of a visit that would be life-changing for many of those involved.
The visitors were determined not to just be tourists. They were clear about wanting to experience village life as it is now. One of the visitors, woodcarver and artist Alfredo Duquesne, visited the farm of Baggie Kpanabum and learned to climb palm trees and cut down the kernels and then process it into palm oil.
Mr. Kpanabum was very surprised, saying that even some people in the village don’t know how to do this work so he had no idea that somebody from overseas would come and learn.
The Cubans also taught the local youth to play their national sport: baseball. But the local team’s defeat on the baseball field was soon revenged when the Saloneans were able to show off their own national sport.
Fielding a team comprised of both the Cuban visitors, members of the crew filming a documentary about the visit (Cuban photographer and field producer Sergio LeyvaSeiglie, Cuban cinematographer Javier Labrador Deulofeu and Barmmy Boy Mansaray from Sierra Leone) as well as some locals drafted in to assist, the ‘away’ side was beaten 1-0 by the experienced locals, despite their generous hosts playing gently.
For the duration of the stay there was a great deal of singing, dancing, and drumming. The few songs still known by both groups were enjoyed many times, with detailed discussions of the different ways that words are now pronounced.
There was also sharing of songs that have not survived in Cuba and teaching of new songs that the Cuban group had composed more recently.
Joe Allie, an elderly man in Mokpangumba who stared in wonder when he first heard a recording of the Cubans singing a song which had once been his grandfather’s favourite, danced for the first time in twenty years. And he kept dancing. He even readily attempted some newer Cuban dances, including the cha-cha-cha and the rumba.
The affection of the village towards the visitors was astonishing. Each day people showed up with gifts, and their tolerance for these people with whom they no longer shared any language, or much culture beyond the old songs and dances, made the trip an unforgettable experience.
Leaving the village was wrenching, with ‘brothers’ such as Alfredo Duquesne and Baggie Kpanabum swapping clothing and photographs, determined to keep in touch.
The challenge now for all involved is to build bridges from this beginning. To build again a community from one so long ago broken by transatlantic slavery is an unprecedented project but a worthy one.
Perhaps, just perhaps, through the forming of these new ties, better days can dawn for both Mokpangumba—which badly needs many amenities—and for the Cubans who have long felt rootless and isolated.
It is a major undertaking and how best to do that is something only decided by discussion and thought on both sides. But surely together is better than apart, even after almost two centuries of separation. “We need to help each other,” said Duquesne, “that’s what families do.”
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See facebook.com/theyarewethemovie for more information and photographs. A documentary about the entire project, called ‘They Are We’ will be released later in 2013.
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