odumchi: Interesting.

Uproot their authority.
Appoint a local representative.
Teach them our government style.
Teach them our language and culture.
Give Western education.
Make them compete amongst themselves.

The British were wicked.

99cent:

what has this got to do with the movie?
it was a pretty good film. Very inspiring.

odumchi:

The movie highlighted British colonialism in Igboland. Didn't you see how they made various villages compete amongst themselves for financial and infrastructural attention? Or how they laid the foundations for Westernizaion by teaching the villagers their language and alphabet? Or what about how the woman, fueled by her hatred of traditional superstitions, defied traditional norms and poured hot water on that masquerade?

odumchi: Interesting.

Uproot their authority.
Appoint a local representative.
Teach them our government style.
Teach them our language and culture.
Give Western education.
Make them compete amongst themselves.

The British were wicked.

99cent:

-nothing wrong with healthy competition.
-that woman isn't dumb. maternal mortality is still a huge problem in Africa today which is why I loved the video. I would pour hot water on a stupid masquerade too if it meant that I will have good health care. in reality though all the women were intimidated except that lady. she's quite brave. Most of the men in control in dat village are often not representing the best interest of the people. using superstition n fear to control d people. at least not anymore/better than the colonial masters. they r there for their own pockets too. ie that village chief who wanted the land for himself. n sent masquerades to intimidate the women at d maternity clinic.
when u think about it, d reason we were able to be completely colonized in d first place is because of the leaders' greed. the colonizers 90% of d time worked in concert with d chiefs who were on the British payroll lol

-she didn't pour hot water on d masquerade because she hated traditional superstitions. she poured hot water on him because she didn't believe in d superstition. if she believed in d superstition, she wouldn't have had the nerve to pour d hot water whether she hated it or not. fear is different from hatred. I think many people most likely hate the superstitions yet fear is d reason why they don't challenge it.


it's just a movie anyway. in reality, she would have been attacked probably. those masquerades outnumber her n d midwife.
they're just men hiding behind masks to commit violence. and because of d masks (alter ego) they do not retain conscience of violence. because the belief is that once the mask is on, they have become spirits and any action committed by them is from god. lol
sort of like soldiers who kill as act of duty/profession and when they take off their uniform, they become civilians.

KoloOyinbo:

Very very TRUE! Everything they did here they did in Ireland to the Irish hundreds of years ago. The only difference is they are still doing it in Ireland!

odumchi: I came across this film and thought I should share it. It's in the Udi dialect of Igbo.

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odumchi: Interesting.

Uproot their authority.
Appoint a local representative.
Teach them our government style.
Teach them our language and culture.
Give Western education.
Make them compete amongst themselves.

The British were wicked.

GustavoFring:

So it's the british that made ibo people start kidnapping themselves?

Its the british that made ibo people peddle counterfeit goods and drugs to each other?

The british were truly wicked

wingman:


[s]Born troway. You reason like you were brought up in a LovePeddler house[/s]

cannibalism: Directly an enemy was slain, his head – and sometimes his body, if the people were strongly cannibalistic – was taken to the village and a great dance given, either at once or after the skull has been cleaned of its flesh by boiling, or by being buried for a time in the ground. At the feast, every man-slayer of the village danced round, generally with a skull in one hand and his machete in the other. Sometimes the body of the enemy was brought in whole; sometimes it was cut in pieces in advance to facilitate transport. It was then boiled in native pots and shared out, occasionally among the man-slayer's family and friends, but sometimes among all the people of the village, until it was wholly consumed. In some tribes it was forbidden for women and children to partake of human flesh; in others, for example among the Kalabari, the eldest sister of the hut was forced to taste it, however strongly she might protest.

Among the Abadja, the whole body of anyone slain was ordinarily taken back to the village and there consumed, though it was tabu to eat women or children. A man only divided his ‘kill’ among his own family. The body was cut up and cooked in pots; the fingers, palms of the hands, and toes were considered the best eating. Sometimes, if a family had been satisfied, part of the body would be dried and put away for later.
When an Nkanu warrior brought a head back, everyone who heard of the deed gave him a present, and much palm-wine was drunk. The trophy was boiled, and the flesh cut away. The skull was then taken out, accompanied with all the others in the village, and the flesh was then boiled and eaten.
Much cruelty was practised among certain of these tribes. For example, the Bafum-Bansaw, who frequently tortured their prisoners before putting them to death. Palm-oil was boiled in a big pot, and then by means of a gourd enema it was pumped into the bowels and stomachs of the prisoners. This practice was said to make the bodies much more succulent than they would otherwise have been. The bodies were left until the palm-oil had permeated them, and then cut up and devoured...

P. A. Talbot,Southern Nigeria, Clarendon Press, 1926 (3 vols.)

Every moment, men, women and even children passed me. One would be carrying a human leg on his shoulder, another would be carrying the lungs or the heart of some unfortunate Kroo-boy in his or her hands. Several times I myself was offered my choice of one of these morsels, dripping with gore.

Father Bubendorf of Freiburg, an eye-witness to the slaughter of a group of captives outside the hut of a tribal chief, Onitsha, Nigeria, c. 1921

GustavoFring:

I don't negotiate with kidnappers.

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