The sky was almost dark as I became aware of many male voices speaking a strange language, the language I had heard Nana b0s0mba speak with Dede, and I knew I was in Wowo, finally.
I was dimly-aware of being carried on a stretcher, many voices accompanying me. Brian had told them about sending me to Nana b0s0mba, and had even written a short explanation in case I couldn’t speak.
A cacophony of voices, drumbeats and singing followed me. I was transferred to a sort of moving cart with four wheels, and pushed not so gently along the paths of Wowo. It reminded me of Etwe-Pe-Kote, but the buildings in Wowo were nicer, mostly painted, and nicely-spaced.
I was in a myriad of physical and emotional pain, but I endured, and finally they pushed me through the gates of a huge place that looked like a palace. The drawings on the white walls, however, depicted hideous creatures and caricatures. There was a shrine of sorts in the middle of the yard. It consisted of black and white pots, shells and other articles smeared with blood.
I was lifted off the cart and carried into a room lit brightly with candles and lanterns. They placed me on the floor first, and then I was lifted up and put in a chair, where I sagged weakly.
There were many people in the room. The men had all wound white pieces of clothes around their waists. The women, mostly aged, had red cloths around their middle, covering breasts and thighs. They were sitting around me in a circle, their faces dark and impassive.
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