typescript 'Journey to Nagaland', by Mildred Archer. An account of six months spent in the Naga Hills in 1947 | |
caption: | visit to Litsimi |
caption: | rice-pounding songs |
medium: | diaries |
person: | Hevetu |
ethnicgroup: | Sema |
date: | 22.11.1947 |
seealso: | Sema rice-pounding song |
text: | 22 November. Tizu camp. |
text: | As the next camp was only five miles away we spent the morning in Litsimi village and did not move on until the afternoon. Everyone was most friendly and we wandered from house to house. |
text: | Some of the girls wearing their attractive bead-skirts - yellow, blue and red - sung rice-pounding songs. Four girls stood each side of a great boat-shaped pounder, alternately swinging their great pestles up and down, making a criss cross pattern that was paralleled by the interlacing melody. As they swayed with the graceful movement, the looped skirts swung heavily against their buttocks. |
text: |
How difficult it is to find a lovely girl, a lovely boy, In only a little time they are gone like flowers Youth follows age And the world is always changing. |
text: | But they ended with a song, which, although the tune was traditional, has new words. As with the other tribes in India, new songs spontaneously arise for any occasion: |
text: |
The Sahib and the Memsahib Took the soldiers out to war Now like hornbills they are settling on our village Hevetu is doing salaam to the Sahib and Memsahib We would like them to stay always But they have no time and are going away |
text: | Then the men danced in their ceremonial dress and the whole village sat round to watch. |
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