First Fruits
Mary M. Munro
Hayward Fault Line Winner
A
t no-moon, the Incwala or Festival of the First
Fruits begins. The ritual starts with the water
people trekking to the Indian Ocean off Mozambique to
gather the foam of the waves, which they use to
prepare special food for the king.
Mswati watched the king chew the food and spit it out.
In two weeks, he knew his father would send him to
fetch the Luskewane shrub.
He recalled his father saying, "This is our most
sacred ceremony in which we call on our ancestors to
sanctify the king, who will bring fertility to our
lands. The branches from the Lusekwane shrub are holy
and they are used to build a sacred enclosure for the
king. If you have slept with a maiden and made her
pregnant or cohabited with a married woman, the leaves
will wither. These branches are used as a symbol of the branches
the ancient Queen Mother used to quiet her son, when
she had fled her home and was roaming the veld."
That was last year and four full moons ago, he had
gone to South Africa and saw a girl so lovely that the
fire she lit in his body would not go out. Her eyes
were as gold as the Golden Orb spider's web and her
breasts, full blossoms.
He found excuses to visit her again and again and they
made love several times in the forest of the tall
Fever Trees. He would never forget the first night he
made love to her. The mountains were like high walls
surrounding them and they seemed to be in a big garden
beneath an endless blue sky.
Two weeks would soon pass--he could run away or
refuse, but he was his father's favorite son. Would
the leaves really wither? The maiden, who was now
pregnant, said no.
Then the moon turned full and he traveled several
miles to bring the Lusekwane branches for the
festival.
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The young boys' branches looked fresh, but the leaves
on his branches were withered. His father stared at
the branch in his hand, his face red as the blood of a
slaughtered ox. He did not speak; he only turned
away.
Was this the punishment--never to be spoken to again?
On the third day of the ritual, an ox was slaughtered.
The king emerged from his enclosure, after being
begged by the warriors, dancing around it.
Then he heard his father shout, pointing to him. "He
has defiled the king's sacred enclosure, slaughter him
too."
The young warriors fell on him like black rain.
First published: February 2001
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