The sugâ galantly stand around with their spears Dressed in goat ' s skin with painted faces and hair Their countenance say ' do not dare ' A direct contrast of the square ' s light air, Which is exagerated by the tipsiness from the locally brewed beer .
With dances the festival began in earnest , Each dancer stamping hard to make his beats the loudest. The tipsy audience laughing and cheering their best , Men, like chimpanzees , beating their bare breast. Mandiang is all, anything else is being put to rest.
The drull drum is a - play for the sugâ dance Marking the ****** of all that has and is to chance , The majestic monarch march for the entrance And the time for the rain - making ritual to commence.
So it, at the end , rained as usual , The welcome crown of this annual ritual .
Mandiang is an annual event amongs my tribe , it is that time of the year set aside to appreciate the past havest and hope for regular rain and good croping season. Sugâ is a soldier in our ancient kingdom. NT all this now is ceremonial with no spiritual attachments