" We're in the country of the savages. They're not made of the same cowardly mud as you. They'll steal anything, including your manhood if you don't keep your cloths well tied around you. Haya, haya! They're waiting for us.' When all was ready, they marched
off in procession, carrying whatever had been assigned to them. At the head of the caravan marched their haughty captain, swinging his cane and glaring at the astonished people whom they passed. It was a small, empty-looking town, but the huge mountain under
which it cowered gave it an air of mystery and gloom, as if it were the scene of tragedies.
Two beaded warriors strode past them, their bodies ochrcd and sleek. Leather sandals slapped the road in time with their swinging spears, their bodies leaning forward, str-aining and urgent. They glanced neither right nor left, and in their eyes was a look
of assurance and purpose, almost of a kind of dedication. Their hair was groomed into tight plaits and dyed red like the earth, as were the soft-leather shukas which covered them diagonally from shoulder to hip and down to their knees. Mohammed Abdalla turned
round to look at his procession with contempt, then pointed his cane at the striding warriors. 'Savages,' he said. 'Worth ten of any of you.' 'Imagine that God should create creatures like that!
They look like something made out of sin,' one of the porters said, a young man who was always first to speak. 'Don't they look vicious?' 'How do they get themselves to look so red?' another porter asked. 'It must be the blood they drink. It's true, isn't it?
That they drink blood.' 'Look at the blades of their spears!' 'And they know how to use them,' a guard said in a lowered voice, mindful of his captain's glowering looks. 'They 59 may look like clumsy knives on sticks, but they can do a lot of damage. Especially
with all the practice they get. I t's what they do all the time, attacking other people and hunting. In order to become full warriors they have to hunt a lion and kill it, and then eat its penis. Each time they eat a penis they can marry another wife, and
the more penises they eat, the greater they become among their own people.' 'Yallah! You're teasing us!' his listeners cried, mocking him, refusing to believe such tall stories. 'It's true,' the guard protested. 'I've seen them myself. Ask anyone who's travelled
these parts. Wallahi, I'm telling the truth. And every time they kill a man they cut off a part of him and keep it in a special bag. ' 'What for?' the talkative young porter asked. 'Do you ask a savage what for?' Mohammed Abdalla said sharply, turning round
to glance at the young man. 'Because he's a savage, that's what for. He is what he is. You don't ask a shark or a snake why it attacks. It's the same with the savage. That's what he is. And you had better learn to walk faster with that load and talk a little
less. You're nothing but a bunch of whimpering women.' 'It's to do with their religion,' the guard said after a while. 'It's not honourable, this way of life,' the young porter said, earning a long, frightening look from Mohammed Abdalla. 'A civilized man
can always defeat a savage, even if the savage eats a thousand lion penises,' another guard said, a man from Comoro. 'He can outwit him with knowledge and guile. ' Paradise p.
All of this was said by a normal protagonist in the text. His bigotry was not questioned. This
was neither irony, sarcasm or any of the literary styles that can cover the author.
This runs through the text. In fact .the word "savage " comes up numerous times in the text
and I need not tell you who it refers to. Ali Mazrui was more sophisticated than this. You cannot
place them in the same category.
If it walks like a duck and talks like one, well........
Professor Gloria Emeagwali
History Department, Central Connecticut State University
New York African Studies Association