The 255th good thing about Lagos: a trip to Nigeria's neighbor, Benin

Last week there was a Muslim holiday on a Tuesday (Happy Birthday, Prophet Mohammed!), so some dedicated Nigerian Field Society members decided to extend the weekend and planned a trip to Nigeria's neighbor to the west, Benin.  We love to go on these trips because we always make some new friends, we get to have the safety in numbers of traveling with a group, and someone else experienced in the area has done all the hard work and we get to tag along and take advantage.  We drove to the border, a trip which would have been much faster than the 2 hours it took if not for heavy traffic and bad roads.  We crossed the border on foot, after filling out forms and waiting in lines, and were met by a guide with a minibus on the other side.

 Benin has an interesting history and culture.  It used to be called the Kingdom of Dahomey and there are some mud-brick palaces left from that time when it was a powerful country.  After visiting this first palace in the capital city of Porto-Novo, we traveled up to Abomey, which was the capital city of the Kingdom. 

We weren't allowed to take any pictures inside the palaces, which is where the really interesting stuff is.  What is left of the palace in Abomey is just a small portion of the huge complex that it was when the kingdom was in the height of its power.  When the king was ushered out by the French in 1894, much of the palace complex was set on fire, so the French wouldn't get the buildings.  There were a lot of interesting things about this culture.  The king was protected by women soldiers -- referred to as Amazons.  (An interesting parallel to a certain Libyan dictator who is right now losing the grip of his power, but who won't go down without a fight.)  There are some interesting building decorations that show these women battling their enemies which make it clear that they were not to be messed with.  But, except for these female bodyguards, it wasn't that great to be a woman in this kingdom, especially one married to the king, because when the king died, many wives were buried alive to be able to serve the king in the next world.  There was a lot of human sacrifice in this kingdom, and one of the buildings that would house the king's spirit was made with mud mixed with the blood of slaves. 

This palace doesn't look like much from the outside, but it is a UNESCO World Heritage site, so I was very glad to put a check mark by another one of these on my list.

Benin is a country that has kept strongly to its traditional religion.  Though many citizens say they are Christian or Muslim, most also still keep to their animist beliefs and especially follow voodoo traditions.  The country is covered with voodoo shrines and sites, usually marked with white flags.

 We visited a "voodoo village."  Not at all a tourist site, but a place where people go when they need some voodoo done.  There were shrines with fetishes outside...

 and inside....

and the voodoo priest performing some rituals was slightly inebriated from consuming the alcohol that is part of many of the rituals. 

 We went to the market, which was a treat of the senses for many reasons.  There was a very smelly part of the market with animal parts that were to be used in voodoo rituals:  monkey heads, snakes, chicken parts and feathers.  We saw a guy splitting apart the head of what had been a very pretty horned antelope.  It was all kind of fascinating in a gross and smelly way.  But we were told we couldn't take pictures in the voodoo part of the market.

                

But there were also pretty things, and not so pretty things, for sale in the market:

 palm oil

 soap

 cassava flour

 animal dung sold for fuel

 nice displays of vegetables and grains.

One interesting thing in this country was that the gas pumps were few and far between, so all along the roads were "filling stations" with clear glass and plastic bottles of gasoline and gas mixed with oil for the motorcycles.

 The gas is sold in clear bottles so the purchaser can see the purity of the gas.

 We also visited an archeological park which had some underground hideouts which had been used by the residents to hide out from warring Nigerians in the 1700s.  Now they let Nigerians, and Nigerian expats, visit them -- as long as you aren't wearing red cloth.  They never made it really clear WHY you couldn't wear red cloth into them.  But you couldn't, and so one man in our group went shirtless into the hole.  And one big underground room they had made into an art installation with these hanging bottles decorated by artists.  Kind of random, but pretty.

One really fun thing we did was take a train trip on a small private train. 

 This was a great way to see the countryside and the villages along the way.

 There was lots of pretty countryside, which looked pretty wild, but actually had a lot of small scale cultivation.

 

People were using the tracks as paths and we passed lots of friendly people who waved to us as

we went slowly by.   Children came out running to wave at us as we passed through their villages.

 There were a lot of old run-down train stations left over from colonial times.  The country is trying to reestablish train travel for transport of people and goods, but right now not much is happening. 

 One town we passed by had a busy market covering the tracks.  The train stopped before we went into town, allowing people to move off the tracks, but then we passed by and stopped to watch as very quickly the tracks disappeared back under the people and their wares.

We then traveled to Grand Popo, which is a beach resort area just a very short distance from the Togo border.  The beach was lovely and the whole atmosphere was very relaxing.

In the early evening we had a nice boat ride to a village across the water, where they put on an interesting masquerade performance for us.  The masquerade itself was similar to ones we had seen before, with twirling haystack performers. 

 You can just catch a small glimpse of the pig in the water behind the drummers.

But the real treat for us was that the whole village seemed to be out and they were enjoying the performance even more than we were.  We loved to admire the children, who loved in turn to be admired and have their pictures taken, in between their dancing and prancing around. 

The whole thing had the atmosphere of a town party, and we were pretty sure they kept celebrating long after we departed back to the hotel for our delicious Valentine's Day dinner with tables set on the beach.  We weren't ready to go back to Lagos the next day!

The 254th good thing about Lagos: Making African quilts -- even the trimmings are beautiful

I was trimming the quilt blocks for an African quilt I'm making and, when looking at the pile of trimmings, I couldn't resist getting out the camera:

The 253rd good thing about Lagos: Tame wild animals helping to celebrate Mardi Gras

 Last night we went to a fun Mardi Gras party which was held in the garden of a beautiful home.  While we were visiting and eating, we were visited by a dik-dik.  This smallest of the African antelopes usually lives in the wild, but this one is at home in the garden, eats vegetable scraps and grazes on the lawn and is very friendly and sociable.  The dik-dik is named for the alarm call of the female, but this one wasn't alarmed by the crowd at all -- she just quietly wandered around getting strokes and admiration for her very beautiful markings.  But, unlike the rest of us, she didn't sport any Mardi Gras beads.

The 252nd good thing about Lagos: an chance to be a small part of making someone's life easier

I was very glad to arrive safely back in Lagos last Sunday evening.  I am especially glad that Lagos is right now a more peaceful place than Cairo.  It's been amazing how quickly Cairo descended into chaos.  When we visited there a couple of years ago, Egypt seemed much more functional than Nigeria.  My friends who moved to Cairo from Lagos last year have had to evacuate, leaving their home.  Not very long ago, I would have put the odds of us having to evacuate much greater than their odds.  But I'm hoping this African reform/ revolution contagion will not spread to Nigeria.  There are presidential elections scheduled for April, and there is generally some upheaval and turmoil before elections here, but hopefully the Nigerians will let their voices be heard in the ballot box and they won't resort to demonstrations on the street.

A week before I returned to Lagos, I got an email from a friend who helps the American Women Club support a local charity.  The club has helped Mama Theresa and Ife Oluwa  for a long time and Mama was in need of a wheelchair.  I sent out an email to some friends, asking if anyone had an unneeded wheelchair that they could donate.  I also started looking on CraigsList to see if there was an affordable used one to buy, and I checked with the airlines to see what it would take to transport one back as extra baggage.  I found that there were used wheelchairs available at quite good prices, but before I purchased one, I got an email back from a friend that he had a wheelchair that he would give to me.  After some emails and phone calls, it seemed that KLM would be willing to transport the wheelchair even if I wasn't in need of it, though I wasn't sure till I got to the airport if they would charge me the $200 extra baggage fee.  In the end, there was no charge and no hassle.  I brought the wheelchair out to Mama Theresa this morning and she was thrilled.  She had just gotten out of the hospital on Wednesday, suffering from malaria, and she was still quite weak.  The wheelchair will be a tremendous help to her.  I was so glad to be a part of this chain of giving -- a friend who knew of Mama's need and another friend who had a wheelchair waiting to give and an airline who brought it across the ocean.   I haven't done any big things to make things better in Nigeria, but there's a lot of satisfaction that comes from being a small part of a chain of giving that makes one person's life easier.