Sunday, February 10, 2013

THE GOLDEN CHAIN - THE YORUBA CREATION STORY

From the Yoruba people of Nigeria, Togo and Benin comes this interesting creation story which was written down in 1991 after many, many years of being handed down orally.  It goes without saying that when it is handed down that way there is no way of knowing how the original story was told but in the case of a creation story that doesn't really matter because it's all made up anyway.
Long ago, well before there were any people, all life existed in the sky. Olorun lived in the sky, and with Olorun were many orishas. There were both male and female orishas, but Olorun transcended male and female and was the all-powerful supreme being. Olorun and the orishas lived around a young baobab tree. Around the baobab tree the orishas found everything they needed for their lives, and in fact they wore beautiful clothes and gold jewelry. Olorun told them that all the vast sky was theirs to explore. All the orishas save one, however, were content to stay near the baobab tree.
Not your traditional creation story, another that started with stuff in the sky including a tree so it still leaves the question of where all that stuff came from.  I'm not liking this story so far.
Obatala was the curious orisha who wasn't content to live blissfully by the baobab tree. Like all orishas, he had certain powers, and he wanted to put them to use. As he pondered what to do, he looked far down through the mists below the sky. As he looked and looked, he began to realize that there was a vast empty ocean below the mist. Obatala went to Olorun and asked Olorun to let him make something solid in the waters below. That way there could be beings that Obatala and the orishas could help with their powers.
Really?  So all this time in paradise and this is the first time one of the "gods" looked down.  What makes this an ever increasingly strange story is that it seems this god wants to create beings so he has something to do.  Fair enough I guess.
Touched by Obatala's desire to do something constructive, Olorun agreed to send Obatala to the watery world below. Obatala then asked Orunmila, the orisha who knows the future, what he should do to prepare for his mission. Orunmila brought out a sacred tray and sprinkled the powder of baobab roots on it. He tossed sixteen palm kernels onto the tray and studied the marks and tracks they made on the powder. He did this eight times, each time carefully observing the patterns. Finally he told Obatala to prepare a chain of gold, and to gather sand, palm nuts, and maize. He also told Obatala to get the sacred egg carrying the personalities of all the orishas.
I just don't understand this bit at all.  This would probably be one of the paragraphs that evolved through time from something that originally made sense.
Obatala went to his fellow orishas to ask for their gold, and they all gave him all the gold they had. He took this to the goldsmith, who melted all the jewelry to make the links of the golden chain. When Obatala realized that the goldsmith had made all the gold into links, he had the goldsmith melt a few of them back down to make a hook for the end of the chain.
Sooo, what, he's going fishing with a gold hook?  They seem to have a great community up there including a goldsmith!
Meanwhile, as Orunmila had told him, Obatala gathered all the sand in the sky and put it in an empty snail shell, and in with it he added a little baobab powder. He put that in his pack, along with palm nuts, maize, and other seeds that he found around the baobab tree. He wrapped the egg in his shirt, close to his chest so that it would be warm during his journey.
It's starting to look like this is not so much a creation story more of a "how man was created" story.  I mean there is sand, sky, mist, snails, nuts, maize and other seeds.  But, wow, that must be one hell of a big snail!
Obatala hooked the chain into the sky, and he began to climb down the chain. For seven days he went down and down, until finally he reached the end of the chain. He hung at its end, not sure what to do, and he looked and listened for any clue. Finally he heard Orunmila, the seer, calling to him to use the sand. He took the shell from his pack and poured out the sand into the water below. The sand hit the water, and to his surprise it spread and solidified to make a vast land. Still unsure what to do, Obatala hung from the end of the chain until his heart pounded so much that the egg cracked. From it flew Sankofa, the bird bearing the sprits of all the orishas. Like a storm, they blew the sand to make dunes and hills and lowlands, giving it character just as the orishas themselves have character.
So that's why a third of Africa is desert.  Talk about your accidental creation of land.
Finally Obatala let go of the chain and dropped to this new land, which he called "Ife", the place that divides the waters. Soon he began to explore this land, and as he did so he scattered the seeds from his pack, and as he walked the seeds began to grow behind him, so that the land turned green in his wake.
All I can say is that he must have walked very, very slowly - although they were probably magic seeds.
After walking a long time, Obatala grew thirsty and stopped at a small pond. As he bent over the water, he saw his reflection and was pleased. He took some clay from the edge of the pond and began to mold it into the shape he had seen in the reflection. He finished that one and began another, and before long he had made many of these bodies from the dark earth at the pond's side. By then he was even thirstier than before, and he took juice from the newly-grown palm trees and it fermented into palm wine. He drank this, and drank some more, and soon he was intoxicated. He returned to his work of making more forms from the edge of the pond, but now he wasn't careful and made some without eyes or some with misshapen limbs. He thought they all were beautiful, although later he realized that he had erred in drinking the wine and vowed to not do so again
Started off as a vein kind of dude and ended up being the poster child of a "don't drink and fry" campaign and it gives the blind, death and limbless people someone to blame.  Did you also notice that humans were made from dark earth?  Hence the dark skin I guess.
Before long, Olorun dispatched Chameleon down the golden chain to check on Obatala's progress. Chameleon reported Obatala's disappointment at making figures that had form but no life. Gathering gasses from the space beyond the sky, Olorun sparked the gasses into an explosion that he shaped into a fireball. He sent that fireball to Ife, where it dried the lands that were still wet and began to bake the clay figures that Obatala had made. The fireball even set the earth to spinning, as it still does today. Olorun then blew his breath across Ife, and Obatala's figures slowly came to life as the first people of Ife.
A baptism of fire the breath from a god gave life to what you could call the clay humans.  As disappointed as Obatala was, he didn't heal the disabled.  This could be one of the strangest and least convincing of the creation stories I have researched thus far.  But there is more to come.

I have still to explore more of the worlds creation stories and there are many more to go and I am yet to investigate the question of how many people still believe in these stories.  I realise that there are a few major religions in the world that ardently believe that their creation story is the truth.  It's as hard to believe as the stories themselves but vast communities, even countries that insist that their myths are not myths at all but fact.


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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

hi! I'm doing a project on this.
please were did you get your information from?

Justin Robert Harnish said...

Most of the info came from here... http://www.gly.uga.edu/railsback/CS/CSIndex.html

Unknown said...

U sound like some kind of hater. 😕
No offence

Unknown said...

And here I was doing a research on my culture. Stumbled on your blog and totally lost interest 😒
Perhaps u should accept the creation story of the Yoruba the way it is.

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