Dramatic parables: ritual, anti-ritual, the “festival complex” people, an entire society.This is not a transparent motif in the action
of the play but it can be seen clearly if we contrast the rhapsodies of the
Praise-Singer at the beginning and conclusion of the drama; in the for-
mer, he chants hymns to cultural continuity and sovereignty in the face
of great historical calamities like slavery and colonialism and in the latter,
he laments that the culture is “tumbling in the void of strangers.” First,
the paean to Elesin as a culture hero very early in the dramatic action of
the play:
-: Your name will be like the sweet berry a child places under
his tongue to sweeten the passage of food. The world will never spit it out.
: Come then, this market is my roost. When I come among the women I
am a chicken with a hundred mothers. I become a monarch whose palace
is built with tenderness and beauty.
-: They love to spoil you but beware. The hands of women also
weaken the unwary.
: This night I’ll lay my head upon their lap and go to sleep. This night
I’ll touch feet with their feet in a dance that is no longer of this earth. But
the smell of their flesh, their sweat, the smell of indigo on their cloth, this
is the last air I wish to breathe as I go to meet my great forebears.
-: In their time the great wars came and went, the little wars
came and went; the white slavers came and went, they took away the heart
of our race, they bore away the mind and muscle of our race. The city fell
and was rebuilt; the city fell and our people trudged through mountain
and forest to find a new home but – Elesin Oba do you hear me?
: I hear your voice Olohun-iyo.
-: Our world was never wrenched from its true course.
(DKH,)
Then, the awesome excoriations which come closely on the heels of
Elesin’s aborted rite:
: I cannot approach. Take off the cloth. I shall speak my message from
heart to heart of silence.
(moves forward and removes the covering): Your courier Elesin, cast
your eyes on the favoured companion of the King.
(Rolled up in the mat, his head and feet showing at either end, is the body
of OLUNDE.)
There lies the honour of your household and of our race. Because he could
not bear to let honour fly out of doors, he stopped it with his life. The son
has proved the father, Elesin, and there is nothing left in your mouth to
gnash but infant gums.
-: Elesin, we placed the reins of the world in your hands yet you
watched it plunge over the edge of the bitter precipice. You sat with folded
arms while the evil strangers tilted the world from its course and crashed it