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View Article  A Visit to the Dai Ethnic Group Water-Splashing Festival
(Written by a computer instructor in Shanghai)

          I had a wonderful time visiting the Dai ethnic group.  They are good at singing and dancing and like water so much that they try to live by a lake or river.  They have a Water-splashing Festival to celebrate their New Year at which they row dragon boats and soak everyone when they go to the market.  They wish their guests happiness by sprinkling with a water-soaked branch. 

 

          We had planned to stay overnight at Jinghong, but there weren’t enough guest rooms there so we went to Ximao to put up for the night with the idea of returning the next day.  When we boarded the bus in the morning, however, we were surprised that so many people were armed with buckets and basins and squirt guns so they could have a water battle.    

 

          Upon arrival, there was a lot of water on the streets, but we thought that the sprinkling of water had probably been overstated.

 

          We went to a park by taxi, as there would be no water-splashing there, and we viewed tropical plants and took a lot of photos.  As it was very hot, we bought coconuts and while we were enjoying the cool, sweet milk our clothes suddenly became wet, and we heard laughter behind us.  It was from the seller who wanted to wish us happiness.

 

           As we were already wet, we decided to go to the streets where people were sprinkling each other.  We didn’t have squirt guns, but we got some basins and took part in the water battle like children.  We’d really go after people to get them wet.  That day we forgot how old we were and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

 



View Article  A Drum Celebration by the Wa, an Ethnic Group, in Ximeng, China
(Written by a computer instructor in Shanghai.)

          There are 56 ethnic groups in China – over 20 just in Yunnan – and this article will be about our visit to a group called Wa in Ximeng.  There are about 400,000 of them in China, and the ones I'll describe live about 113 kilometers from Simao.

 

          The group expresses their lives with song and dance, and they’re very good at both of them.  When one of the men says that he’ll treat you to a drink, he wants to be repaid by your singing a song, and when they finish their work every day, they all want to dance.

 

          They adore the sun and feel that it is alive.  They’re also very fond of wooden drums, as they regard them as holy.  The head of a buffalo is regarded as good fortune.  It’s a very mysterious ethnic group.

 

          When they plant rice every year, they beat a wooden drum and cut off the head of an ox to invoke the deity’s help

 

           The wood that the drum is made of must come from a tree that has been carefully chosen, and the choice is confirmed by a ceremonious ritual.  Usually selected is a lofty chestnut, and after killing a cock to please the gods, a hunter fires two shots into the tree.  It is felled, a prayer is said, and the women carrying bamboo containers provide drinks and porridge with rice and chicken.  Then everyone drinks, eats, sings, and dances to express their joy.

 

          After everyone has had a good time, the tree is dragged to a special room in the village where the drum will be made.  Following another ceremony, work starts on creating it out of the trunk that has been gouged deeply and when hit with a mallet, resounds with a deep, rich sound.                                                        

           We took part in this year’s feast days of the wooden drum.  It lasted from April  10th to the 13th.  It was the planting season and the Wa people began the  celebration by killing an ox and some chickens.  They welcomed all the guests with drink, meat, and song.  The wine was palatable, but very strong.  A friend told me that if you drink too much, you won’t wake up for three days.  They labored, danced and sang all day, and we had a wonderful time.

 

 

 


View Article  She Made Her Dream Come True (Part I)

(Written by a former resident of Eritrea)

To fully appreciate Saba today, you have to understand what happened to her thirty years ago in Eritrea.  Back then, she passed through a prolonged and bitter struggle for freedom and was brave.  She is a living witness today of how much can be done when such intense love is felt for the country in which you live and your family.  

After she was graduated from high school, and with the support of her family, she began her first year at a university.  There were six other children in the family, and they were all in school so her father was the only wage-earner.  Her mother struggled with a tight budget to meet the family’s requirements, but there just wasn’t enough money to meet their needs.  Saba determined to get them out of poverty.  It was her daily prayer that she’d make it through the university and get a job that would make life more comfortable for everyone.      

She spent most weekends with the family, as she enjoyed helping her mom prepare meals, assisting her brothers and sisters with their homework, and looking for bargains in the food markets.  Her favorite activity, however, was talking with her dad about her classes and her friends.  She especially liked to listen as he talked about the bright future she would have.  That became her source of power and energy. 

Her father was having trouble at work where there was rampant discrimination and even brutality since Ethiopia had taken over the city.  Though he was willing to share his thoughts about it with her, he always advised her not to worry about it or get involved in politics.  He wanted her to focus on her schoolwork at the university.  

In the early seventies, rumors started spreading about rebels appearing in the highlands, and Saba and her friends talked about it frequently for it was very mysterious as to what they were doing there.  More and more rumors about them were being discussed in the streets as time passed, and at the dinner table her father would try to explain his understanding of what was happening. 

Early one morning, as she rushed to catch the bus for her first class, she saw someone reading the morning newspaper as she boarded and there was a lot of whispering going on.  Saba tried to get a peak at a paper, but couldn’t make sense of it, and couldn’t get an answer from any of the other passengers.

When she left the bus, she rushed toward her classroom as she wanted to ask her friends what was happening, but when she started asking question a government soldier appeared and commanded them to stop discussing rumors.     

The next day, life in the city went on as usual, but the campus was very different as it was surrounded by soldiers.  It was difficult for more than two students to talk or study together, as they wouldn’t permit it.  The atmosphere had changed completely, and the students started becoming suspicious of each other.  None of this was conducive to study.

When her classes met, it was not unusual for the instructor to be absent, and no explanation was given.  None of the students had the courage to talk about what was going on.

Saba kept thinking about some of the things that her father had told her at dinner, and she couldn’t wait for the weekend so that she could meet with him again and tell him of the new developments at the university.  

When Saturday finally arrived, they had a long talk.  She told him what she knew, and he informed her that were problems at the place where he worked, too.  She learned that some of her father’s coworkers had been killed and others had been taken to prison.  The government had come to a standstill, and it was clear that the situation would become worse – not only in the city but throughout the country.

Saba had always been an outstanding student, very gregarious and talented.  Within the group of her friends, she was always respected and invariably given a lead position.

A few days after that conversation with her father, she and her friends decided to go camping in an area about 40 miles from the city.  They wanted to enjoy the natural surroundings so they chose a heavily forested place in the mountains where wild animals lived, and they spent the day swimming in the lake and hiking.

About midday on one of their walks, two men appeared with guns.  It was a frightening experience and all the young women gathered together when the men walked closer and one of them said, “How are you guys?”

Everyone was speechless and looked for Saba to say something.

“How do you do”, she said while looking directly at the men.  Their faces were dark, but they looked like reasonable people, and when they began to talk, their message was clear and to the point.  They weren’t soldiers.  They explained that they were freedom fighters, and the things they were saying about the changes they were going to make throughout Eritrea were very impressive.

Though they said they were few in number, many of them were very clever and knowledgeable about political ways of bringing about the needed  changes by meeting with groups of citizens to explain their philosophy which was aimed at reinstating freedom and justice. 

Saba and her friends were very impressed.         

            It wasn’t long after the meeting in the woods, that she and her friends learned that some of their classmates had already joined the freedom fighters.  The government was aware of that activity, and countless students including some of Saba’s friends had already been taken to prison even though they felt they'd done nothing wrong.  

 

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