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
