The Chief, Gabangudana gave us a hut or 'compound' to
sleep in and the villagers flooded
us with gifts of food and pigeons to eat. One evening
we gathered around and they drummed and danced
under the stars. What a great experience! After a
while the village life began to get annoying, not because
of the rough living but due to the fact that
white people very rarely travel through this region
and the villagers couldn't get enough of us. They
literally followed us everywhere to watch us.
They would stand in silence and whenever we would
do something amusing they would burst out in laughter and start mumbling in their native mampruli to each other.
Twice I was fortunate enough to meet with the chief. When
escorted into his compound you must formally greet
him by bowing down and clapping your hands. He silently repeated the word 'naa naa' while he welcomes
you to his village. Chief Gabanguduna was a friendly
man although most of his own villagers have never been
able to meet him. He is the oldest child of the queen
who recently died at (supposedly) 145 years old.