...having a most annoying time. Although that seems like a
misnomer for what is going on- central Mali is experiencing a sort of melt
down, and that is of course more tragic than annoying.
I did finally get on a UN plane for Bamako –this time a
great Hercules cargo plane with the Swedes in charge-and had that lovely
evening of respite with Eva. We jumped
in the pool at midnight! Then directly onto the dusty road northwards for more
hardships the following day.
So I gave hasty instructions for the MaliMali studio and the
library once more. And I was supposed to
work in Djenne for a week!
Maman is scared. His uncle, a ‘Dozo’, that is to say a Chasseur, one of the traditional hunters
of Mali, was killed ten days ago by adherents of the Macina group. The new
development here is that the Dozo have taken it upon themselves to guard and
defend the villages which are abandoned by the state. I have always maintained that Mali is a
country blessed with no inter-racial hatred. But the situation is now rapidly
declining and taking on a form of tribal feuding, since both around Djenne and
in the Dogon country the factions are the nomadic Peul (Fulani) against the
sedentary Bambara and Dogon villagers. It is broadly speaking true that
the Macina group which is tied to the Jihadists is mainly a Fulani group.
Therefore a distrust of the Fulani in general has now spread in the centre, and
attacks on quite innocent Fulani have taken place.
I heard reports that
after the recent attack at the dam construction site close by Djenne, the attackers spread in
three different directions. One of these groups were taken by surprise in a
village by the local Dozo,
eliminated, and their modern
weapons were confiscated. The revenge for this act was swift and terrible as
several villagers were killed by the Macina group and their horses and carts
were set alight and destroyed. Therefore the poor villagers no longer dare
travel by their time honoured charettes,
and cannot go to the markets as usual to sell or exchange their village
produce. Maman had three elderly relatives who were supposed to come to Djenne
for the cataract operations, but they did not dare risk the journey to Djenne.
The Malimali studio has quite a few orders- that is a ray of
hope in the middle of this tristesse-
but Maman and Dembele are no longer able to travel to the Bani with their
motorcycles to wash the bogolan fabric: it is prohibited to travel outside
Djenne with motorcycles. That problem was solved with the purchase of a
bicycle. We are not as easily stopped as that!
Last night Hotel La Falaise in Bandiagara – the gateway to
the Dogon country- was attacked by the Jihadists and one person killed and
several injured. Bandiagara is just around the corner from where I find myself,
and people are now telling me to get out of here in a haste too. But I will
stay put now. Whether I will be on the plane to Timbuktu on Tuesday is not yet
certain. And what is even more disturbing is that the precious boxes of
digitizing material for the project’s second stage have been tied up in
labyrinthine bureaucratic formalities in Bamako and have still not received the
go ahead for shipping by the UN to Timbuktu. I nearly despair!
Just to put the icing on the cake, there is virtually NO
internet connection here at the moment, AND I have been beaten five times in a
row on computer chess.
How desperate. As we know from the Balkans, groups that have lived together peacefully for centuries can erupt into internecine strife. Tribalism is deep-rooted everywhere. Look at the UK post-Brexit.
ReplyDeleteIndeed David. Too sad.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a good Easter. I will spend it here in Sevare- at least it will be a fun Easter Mass at the Cathedral here and I looking forward to Easter Dinner at a hotel/restaurant which is still very good, although the French owner has had to leave...XXS