IT is a mistake to suppose that even among barbarous tribes,
such as the Ngoni, all their customs are bad. There were, before Christian
teaching began to influence them, many things which were admirable. Those
traits of character and customs so readily seen by strangers, the
observation of which has so often led travellers to believe that the state
of the untutored savage was happy, free and good, are nevertheless found
alongside lower ways of living, and a grossly immoral character, which are
not only the obstacles to Mission work but its raison d'etre. It is not our
purpose, meantime, to state or explain fully the customs of the people, all
of which have an interest from the anthropological point of view, but to
present a brief sketch of those which stood out as hindrances to the
progress of our work, and which, being bad, had to succumb to the influences
of the moral and spiritual teaching of the gospel. There are many customs so
grossly obscene that we cannot enter upon a statement of them. I avail
myself of a letter from my colleague, Rev. Donald Fraser, which he recently
sent home, describing what he witnessed in an out-lying district of
Ngoniland in connection with the initiation customs at the coming of age of
young women.
“Leaving these bright scenes behind, I moved on west into
Tumbuka country to open up new territory. But scarcely had I turned my back
on Hora when I began to feel the awful oppression of dominant heathenism.
For a few days I stopped at the head chiefs village, where we have recently
opened a school. The chief was holding high days of bacchanalian revelry. He
and his brother and many others were very drunk when I arrived, and
continued in the same condition till I left. Day after day the sound of
drunken song went up from the village. Several times a day they came to
visit me and to talk : but their presence was only a pest, for they begged
persistently for everything they saw, from my boots to my tent and bed. The
poor, young chief has quickly learned all the royal vices—beer-drinking,
hemp-smoking, numerous wives, incessant begging. I greatly dread lest we
have come too late, but God’s grace can transform him yet.
“When we left Mbalekelwa’s we marched for two days towards
the west, keeping to the valley of a little river. Along the route,
especially during the second day, we passed through an almost unbroken line
of Tumbuka villages. At every resting-point the people came to press on us
to send them teachers, and frequently accompanied their requests with
presents. When at last we arrived at Chinde’s head village, we received a
very cordial welcome. Chinde (a son of Mombera) did everything he could to
convince us of his unbounded pleasure in our visit. For three or four days
we stayed there, and were overwhelmed with presents of sheep and goats, and
with eager requests for teachers. Leaving this hospitable quarter, we had a
long, weary march through a waterless forest, in which we saw the fresh
spoor of many buffaloes and other large game, and heard a lion roaring in
front. Late in the afternoon we reached Chinombo’s and remained for other
three days. Here again, we were well received and loaded with presents.
“This whole country to the west is still untouched. That the
people are eager to learn is evident from their urgent requests. That they
sadly lack God, and are living in a dreadful degradation, became daily more
and more patent. I cannot yet write as an inner observer. Tshi-tumbuka, the
language spoken there, I am only now beginning to learn. Yet the outer
exhibitions of vice and drunkenness and superstition were only too painfully
evident.
“Often have I heard Dr Elmslie speak of the awful customs of
the Tumbuka, but the actual sight of some of these gave a shock and horror
that will not leave one. The atmosphere seems charged with vice. It is the
only theme that runs through songs, and games, and dances. Here surely is
the very seat of Satan.
“It is the gloaming. You hear the ringing laughter of little
children who are playing before their mothers. They are such little tots you
want to smile with them, and you draw near; but you quickly turn aside,
shivering with horror. These little girls are making a game of obscenity,
and their mothers are laughing.
“The moon has risen. The sound of boys and girls singing in
chorus, and the clapping of hands, tell of village sport. You turn out to
the village square to see the lads and girls at play. They are dancing ; but
every act is awful in its shamelessness, and an old grandmother, bent and
withered, has entered the circle to incite the boys and girls to more
loathsome dancing. You go back to your tent bowed with an awful shame, to
hide yourself. But from that village, and that other, the same choruses are
rising, and you know that under the clear moon God is seeing wickedness that
cannot be named, and there is no blush in those who practise it.
“Next morning the village is gathered together to see your
carriers at worship, and to hear the news of the white stranger. You improve
the occasion, and stand, ashamed to speak of what you saw. The same boys and
girls are there, the same old grandmothers. But clear eyes look up, and
there is no look of shame anywhere. It is hard to speak of such things, but
you alone are ashamed that day; and when you are gone, the same horror is
practised under the same clear moon.
“No; I cannot yet speak of the bitterness of heathenism, only
of its horror. True, there were hags there who were only middle-aged women,
and there were men bowed, scared, dull-eyed, with furrowed faces. But when
these speak or sing or dance, there seems to be no alloy in their merriment.
The children are happy as only children can be. They laugh and sing, and
show bright eyes and shining teeth all day long. But what of that? Made in
God’s image, to be His pure dwelling-place, they have become the dens of
foul devils; made to be sons of God, they have become the devotees of
passion.
“I have passed through the valleys of two little rivers only,
and seen there something of the external life of those who can be the
children of God. The horror of it is with me day and night. And on every
side it is the same. In hidden valleys where we have never been, in villages
quite near to this station, the drum is beating and proclaiming shame under
God's face. And we cannot rest. But what are we two among so many? 0 men and
women, who have sisters and mothers and little brothers whose daily presence
is for you an echo of the purity of God, why do you leave us a little
company, and grudge those gifts that help to tell mothers and daughters and
sons that impurity is for hell, and holiness alone for us!
“How long, 0 Lord! how long?"
“I send you this account of a missionary journey. Would that
my pen could write the fire that is in my soul! It is an awful thing to sit
looking at sin triumphant, and be unable to do anything to check it. Calls
for teachers are coming from every side, but we cannot listen to them at
present—our hands are more than full.”
The letter refers to the custom as it obtained among the
Tumbuka and Tonga slaves, and it presents an awful picture of moral
degeneracy which was all too commonly seen on such occasions all over
Central Africa. Although the Ngoni practice was less openly obscene yet the
occasion was on§ of unspeakable evil, extending over several days, on which
both sexes were accorded full licence for every unholy passion.
In like manner in connection with marriages —especially of
widows—and the birth of twins ; when armies returned from war and the
purification ceremonies took place, practices which are not meet to be
described were unblushingly engaged in. What in Christian lands is held
sacred in heathen lands is too often the common property of young and old,
and where public opinion is devoid of the moral sense we cannot look for
elevation from within.
One of the greatest social and moral evils among the tribe is
polygamy. The evils are seen among all classes, for as the tribe existed by
raiding other tribes, all who could bear arms might possess themselves of
captive wives. Among the upper classes the rich held the power to secure all
the marriageable girls in the tribe, by purchasing them from their parents
for so many cattle. The practice of paying cattle was not in all cases
wholly bad, but the tendency was to outrage the higher motives and feelings,
especially in the women who often were bargained for by tbeir parents long
before they entered their teens. The cattle paid to the father of the bride
formed a portion which she could claim and have as a possession, in the
event of her being driven away by the cruelty of her husband, and, in the
absence of a nobler sentiment, it was in some degree a safeguard of the
interests of the wife. But upon no grounds, social or moral, could such a
practice be defended. It is inimical to the true morality of marriage, and
consequently to the progress of the race. It is no uncommon thing to find
greyheaded old men, with half-a-score of wives already, choosing, bidding
for, and securing, without the woman’s consent, the young girls of the
tribe. Disparity of age, emotions and associations, make such unions
anything but happy, and nowhere do quarrels and witchcraft practices foment
more surely than in a polygamous household. A man’s wives are not all
located in one village. He may have several villages, and from neglect young
wives are subject to many grievances and temptations, so that it is no
wonder they age in appearance so rapidly. They are often maltreated by the
senior wives, who, jealous of them, bring charges against them, and, in the
hour when they should have the joy of expectant motherhood, they are cast
aside under some foul charge, without human aid or sympathetic care. On more
than one occasion I have been called by a weeping mother to give aid to her
daughter in such circumstances, when, if a fatal issue resulted, she and her
family would have been taken into slavery and their possessions confiscated.
Only those who spend years among them and are their trusted friends can tell
of that and countless other unholy and inhuman things, which result from the
custom of polygamy as it exists.
Flippant writers on such customs, especially some travellers
who had not the opportunity of becoming acquainted with the people, state
that polygamy is, in the savage state where there is an absence of higher
motives, a safeguard of morality. It is, however, far from being so. Men
with several wives, and many of the wives of polygamists, have assignations
with members of other families. I have been told by serious old men that
such is the state of family life in the villages that any man could raise a
case against his neighbour at any time, and that is one reason why
friendliness appears so marked among them—each has to bow to the other in
fear of offending him and leading to revelations which would rob him of his
all.
The belief in witchcraft is the most powerful of all the
forces at work among the tribes. It is a slavery from which there has been
found no release. It pervades and influences every human relationship, and
acts as a complete barrier to all advancement wherever it is found to
operate. No matter whether it be master or slave, chief or subject, parent
or child, he has to bear this yoke which may at any moment crush him. He
lives in fear. If he is sick it is not a question of how he may be cured,
but of who has bewitched him ; or if his plans are frustrated what evil
spirit has been moved against him. The reason for his apparent laziness is
the feai that, if he become possessed of goods, his circumstances will
excite jealousy and bring on him accusations of witchcraft, and death as a
result. It is productive of unrest, cruel treatment, and great loss of
property and life.
The itshanusi or witch-doctor lives upon the credulity and
slavish fear of the people. He is either self-deceived or a base impostor,
but his power for evil in a tribe is unlimited. He is reverenced by all
classes, and although one may hear whispers of a want of faith in him and
his incantations, no one would dare to oppose him in public. Wicked men and
chiefs make use of him and his immunity from punishment to “remove” any
person who is disliked or whose possessions have rendered him opprobrious to
them, and a chief or headman’s unjust demands may be bolstered up by an
appeal to his easily-bought action. They aid despotic chiefs in governing a
discontented people, and from the deep religious feeling which the people
have in regard to the presence and power of the ancestral spirits with whom
the itshanusi is believed to be in communication, they are ready to
acknowledge even that which may be to their hurt.
As to their belief in witchcraft I might refer to what I have
observed in the course of my practice of medicine among the people. No
sooner is it concluded that a person who is sick has been bewitched, than
the friends around talk of it without constraint in the presence of the
patient. Sometimes they may carry him about from place to place in the hope
of cheating the charmer, but the effect on the patient is very marked. He
seems to conclude that he is to die, and he evinces no fear or anxiety in
view of death. He assumes an unnatural stolidity, despair, and what might be
termed resignation. Although his imminent death is talked of freely before
him he has no fear or complaint. He shows no desire to fight for life, but
with an inhuman want of hope or desire for recovery he awaits the end. The
thought that he is bewitched seems to deprive him of all natural clinging to
life. Even among the youthful of both sexes there is that want of hope, when
once the elder people have declared they have been bewitched.
In connection with charges of witchcraft, the poison ordeal
is the final and too often calamitous sequel. Before the light of Christian
truth came to them, and has, even where the doctrines are not wholly
embraced, done away with this great evil, the number annually killed by
drinking the muave cup cannot be estimated. Anything a man possesses, about
which there is any mystery, may give rise to a charge of witchcraft. If a
man is found walking near a village at night he is charged with evil
intentions. If one possesses himself of an owl or other night bird or
animal, he is supposed to work evil by means of such, and is charged
forthwith. When sickness or death comes into a house or village someone is
blamed. Theitshanusi is called, and there are not wanting those who in their
talk reveal in what direction the thoughts of the people lie, and so he
names someone, which decision at once appears reasonable to the people and
is accepted. Often the witch-doctor has emissaries secretly employed to find
out what he wants, and, acting upon information thus obtained, he appears to
the people to be acting upon communications he has received supernaturally.
Sometimes he does more to influence their imagination and make themselves
name someone than by himself doing so directly. I have known several
witch-doctors, and have come to regard them as shrewd individuals, certainly
more given to thought than the community generally, and who traded on the
superstitious fears of the people, who seldom exercised their reason in
connection with ordinary occurrences. On many occasions men and women have
sought refuge at the Mission station when accused of witchcraft and under
sentence of death. On one occasion, during a trial which took place at a
village near the station, when the itshanusiwas performing his incantations
and condemned a man, he broke away from the crowd and ran towards the house.
He was followed by a crowd of men and boys clamouring for his life, and
being overtaken, was clubbed to death before our eyes; his body was
ignominiously dragged back to the scene of trial, where it was subjected to
gross indignities.
On all occasions of administering the poison cup we tried to
stop it. Sometimes we were successful and sometimes we were not. Sometimes
we were able to prevail upon them to substitute dogs or fowls for the human
subjects, and then it was possible for us to watch the proceedings. These
were occasions on which the whole community turned out. The friends of the
accused were very few on such occasions, and the people jeered the unhappy
wretch and engaged in song and dance while he had to stand alone and prove
his innocence by vomiting the poison, or, by death from the poison, confirm
the truth of the charge against him. When the poison began to take effect,
as seen in the quivering and collapse of the culprit, it was the occasion
for wild demoniacal behaviour, jeering and cursing the dying man, unawed in
the presence of death. Then his body was ignominiously cast into the nearest
ravine to be food for the hyenas at night.
Not only was the poison ordeal resorted to in cases of
supposed witchcraft, but the Tonga and Tumbuka, with whom and not with the
Ngoni the practice originated, were incessantly using it. In nearly every
hut a bundle of poison-bark would be found hid away in the roof against the
need to use it. Family and other quarrels were finally adjusted by resort to
the ordeal. The women were the mainstay of the horrible practice, and most
frequently made use of it. Numberless cases were treated at the dispensary,
when more sober reflection made them seek an emetic. Sometimes cases were
brought by others.
A husband might come home and find a crowd about his door and
learn that his wife had taken muave. He would bring her to me at once.
Sometimes the patient has died while being brought, or even at the
dispensary door while 1 was making an effort to save her. Frivolous as were
the reasons for resorting to such extreme measures when quarrels arose,
there were often dire results therefrom, and sometimes one met with a case
which appeared ridiculous even to the native mind. A strong young man came
to me one day saying he had drunk muave, and desired an emetic. On enquiry I
learned that he and his wife had quarrelled during the night in the secrecy
of their own hut. Failing to agree after the usual amount of talking
characteristic of native brawls, they agreed that at sunrise they would
drink muave. When the sun rose they proceeded to the ordeal and the cups
were duly mixed. The wife, with a cunning not suspected by the pliable
husband, who, with a faith in his innocence, was determined to go through
with the business, said, “You made the charge, so you shall drink first.” He
did so, but the wife, hurling an imprecation at him, refused to drink her
share, and fled to a village several miles away. The poor man, amid a crowd
of natives derisively cheering him, came and sought relief, which a liberal
use of sulphate of zinc and water gave him.
The poison ordeal is an outcome of their belief in the
supernatural. It is an appeal to a power outside themselves to judge the
case, reveal the right, and punish the wrong-doer. It is part of their
religious system and appears to them to be right. The witch-doctor is to
them the visible and accessible agent of the ancestral spirits whom they
believe in and worship, and from whom they think he derives his powers. If
there is a tendency to error in what they believe, the witchdoctor by his
shrewdness and making bad use of it, pretending to know more than what will
ever be revealed to man, favoured the growth of lies, and juggled with the
truth of things. The characteristics of the witch-doctor are a pretended
superior knowledge to discern the affairs of individuals and communities,
and ability to hold intercourse with the ancestral spirits. It is not a
hereditary craft such as that of other kinds of doctors, e.g. medicine men
who have a knowledge of herbs, and blacksmiths who have the secrets of
working in iron. The knowledge of medicine and handicraft are considered to
be heirlooms. The witch-doctor is supposed to be chosen by the ancestral
spirits, by whom they may communicate with the world. A man who is chosen
presents certain features or symptoms. He becomes “possessed” and excludes
himself from society. He may have a peculiar sickness, characterised by
lowness of spirits. It may be he is the subject of fits or has peculiar
dreams. When he recovers from this and again enters society he is looked
upon with awe by the ordinary people. He places himself in the hands of some
old witchdoctor who tests his symptoms of “possession,” and if found good he
is instructed by him in various practices. He is not allowed to graduate,
however, until he has discovered some medicine which is potent in some way,
and given public proof of his ability to discover things secreted by those
assembled to test his powers. There is doubtless a measure of both
self-deception and imposture in the matter. The practice of the witch-doctor
is closely connected with the worship of the ancestral spirits. Each house
has a family spirit to whom they sacrifice, but no one ever sacrifices to
the spirit without first waiting upon the itshanusi. He pretends to have
found out the reason for worship, and directs the applicant how to proceed.
Without asserting that it is complete, the following is a
correct statement of the religious beliefs of the natives. Although they do
not worship God, it is nevertheless true that they have a distinct idea of a
supreme Being. The Ngoni call him Umkurumqango, and the Tonga and Tumbuka
call him Chiuta. It may be that the natives, from an excess of reverence as
much as from negligence, have ceased to offer him direct worship. They
affirm that God lives: that it is He who created all things, and who giveth
all good things. The government of the world is deputed to the spirits and
among these the malevolent spirits alone require to be appeased, while the
guardian spirits require to be entreated for protection by means of
sacrifices. I once had a long conversation on this subject with a
witchdoctor who was a neighbour for some years, and the sum of what he said
was, that they believe in God who made them and all things, but they do not
know how to worship Him. He is thought of as a great chief and is living,
but as He has the ancestral spirits with Him they are His cimaduna(headmen).
The reason why they pray to the amadhlozi (spirits) is that these, having
lived on earth, understand their position and wants, and can manage their
case with God. When they are well and have plenty, no worship is required,
and in adversity and sickness they pray to them. The sacrifices are offered
to appease the spirits when trouble comes, or, as when building a new
village, to gain their protection.
With such ideas native to the mind of these tribes, how is it
that the materialistic writers and unbelieving critics of Missions affirm
that the high moral and spiritual truths of Christianity cannot be grasped
by them? In beginning mission work among them, one is not met by anything in
their mental or spiritual life which is an insurmountable barrier in
communicating to them spiritual truths. However erroneously at first they
may conceive the truths and facts put before them, they have no difficulty
in finding a place for them in their thoughts. To talk of spiritual things
is not to them an absurdity, much less is it impossible for them to conceive
that such things may be. The native lives continually in an atmosphere of
spiritual things. Almost all his customs are connected with a belief in a
world of spirits. He is, consciously or unconsciously, always under the
power and influence of a spiritual world. In preaching, we have not first to
prove the existence of God. He never dreams of questioning that. We have in
our instruction merely to unfold His character as Creator, Preserver,
Governor, and Father of us all. As He is revealed to them they do not
question His sovereignty, but bow to it. While we meet with many obstacles
in their life and thought, yet as they are we have in them much that is a
help—a basis on which we may operate. However dim their spiritual light may
be, we have but to unfold truth to them and it is self-evident to their
minds. No preparation by civilization is required, as their spiritual
instincts find in the truth of God what they are crying out for. The cry is
inarticulate and unuttered, save in their unrest and blind gropings after
spiritual things.
Regarding the origin of life and death, all natives have the
story much the same as found throughout the Bantu tribes, how that in the
beginning God sent the chameleon to tell men that they would die but again
rise. Afterwards He sent the grey lizard to say that they would die, and
dying, would not return. The lizard, being a swift runner, came first, and
afterwards the chameleon; but men said, “We accepted the word of the first,
and cannot receive yours.” The natives hate the chameleon, and put snuff in
its mouth to kill it, because they say it delayed and led to their
acceptance of death.
They believe in the presence of disembodied spirits, good and
bad, having the power to affect men in this world. Their sacrifices to them,
their fear of them, and their assigning sickness and death to their agency,
testify to this.
There are different terms applied to spirits, each of which
is explanatory. The native thinks of the shade or shadow of his departed
friend, and denotes the life-principle, and the term is even applied to
influence, prestige, importance. They use it in reference to his life, as
when they say, “His shadow is still present”; meaning that though on the
point of death, his spirit is still in him. When I began to take
photographs, the same word was applied to a man’s photograph, and they
evinced the greatest fear lest by yielding up their spirit to me they should
die. I have shown photographs of deceased persons known to them, and they
invariably turned away, some even running away in fear. When a native
dreams, he believes he has held converse with the shade of his friend.
Another term applied to spirits has reference to their supposed habit of
wandering about. The hut of a deceased adult is never pulled down. It is
never again used by the living, but is left to fall to pieces when the
village removes to another locality. They do not think the spirit always
lives in the hut, but they think it may return to its former haunts, and so
the hut is left standing. Spirits are thought to enter certain snakes, which
consequently are never killed. When seen in the vicinity of houses, they are
left unmolested ; and if they enter huts, sometimes food and beer are laid
down for them. Some time after a chief died, some of his children saw a
snake near his grave close by the hut in which he died. The cry of joy was
taken up by all the family, “Our father has come back.” There was great
rejoicing, and the family went and spent a night at the grave, clearing away
the grass and rubbish that had accumulated. They were satisfied that it was
the spirit of their father in the snake.
If a journey of importance is being taken, such as an army
going out to war, or a man going on important business, a snake crossing the
path in front is considered to be an omen—the spirit giving warning against
going on. The army or party interested would not dream of going farther,
without consulting the divining-doctor so as to learn the meaning of the
omen.
Their belief in spirits appears on many occasions. I have
been engaging workers when only a few out of a crowd could be chosen. It was
not an uncommon thing to hear from the disappointed as they walked away, “I
have an evil spirit to-day,” meaning that luck went against them, and they
were not engaged. A man who has perhaps narrowly escaped from danger
exclaims, “What did they take me for?” meaning that some inferior spirit had
been caring for him, and only barely saved him. Such a definite and
operative belief in the presence and power of spirits gives rise to their
practice of offering sacrifices, which are almost always propitiatory, save
when a new village is made. Hence their religious exercises are called forth
by sickness, death, or disaster. A man speaks of a sacrifice as offered to
make the spirit pliable and obedient to his request, and in sacrifice they
offer cattle, or beer and flour.
Although the Tumbuka are a much more degraded people in
morals, they are more religious than the Ngoni, and are freer in their
sacrifices. An elephant-hunter, for example, when the beast falls, always
cuts out certain parts, and at the foot of a certain tree offers them in
sacrifice to his guardian spirit. Their beliefs and worship are essentially
those of the Ngoni, except that they have a wider variety of objects.
Certain hills are worshipped, also waterfalls, ancient trees, and almost any
object which appears unusual, may to them embody the spirit they worship,
while certain insects, such as the mantis religiosa are supposed to give
residence to an ancestral spirit, are not interfered with under any
circumstances, or even handled. Each house has its own guardian spirit, and
the tribe worships the spirit of a dead chief.
The natives believe in Hades — the region below, where
disembodied spirits dwell. They do not speak of it as a sensible locality.
Now and again women are found wandering about the country smeared with white
clay and fantastically dressed, calling themselves “chiefs of Hades.'’ They
are greatly feared as being able to turn themselves into lions, and other
ravenous beasts to devour any who may not treat them well. Hence their
advent in a village leads the people to give them whatever they ask, that
they may go away and leave them undisturbed. There is a medicine in use as a
protection from lions, which cunning men sell at a good price. One of the
largest and most attentive meetings I had in the open air was when, on a
Sunday morning, I came upon a crowd of natives of both sexes and all ages,
submitting to be anointed by a deceptive old man with an oily mixture, which
was reputed to give protection from the lions at that time infesting the
district. At my request he ceased his practice and I preached from the
words: “The devil goeth about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour.”
Before the close of the sermon the old man took his departure with his oily
mixture, leaving me in possession of the crowd.
Much more might be said of the life of the people, but what
has been stated will enable the reader to understand the nature of the soil
into which the seeds of Christian truth have been cast, and how great have
been the results. Frederic Harrison’s New Year Address to the Positivist
Society ten years ago contained these great swelling words of man’s
wisdom:—“Missionaries and philanthropists, however noble might be the
character and purpose of some few among them, were all really engaged . . .
in plundering and enslaving Africa, in crushing, demoralising and degrading
African races.” I have but faintly touched upon the moral and spiritual, as
well as the temporal state of the natives as we found them; let the reader,
when he has gone through the succeeding chapters, say for himself whether
the plan of God’s redemption of Africa or that of the Positivist Society
succeeds best, and take no rest until all Africa receive the light of God’s
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