Long Gone, Lantan

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Politics is eroding the fabric of our society, igniting flames that threaten the bonds holding us together and symbolizing our unity as a nation.

Lanta, originating from Temne culture, evolved into a national festival at a certain point in Sierra Leone. Joyful faces of young and old people could be seen everywhere across the country, eagerly anticipating the Lantan Festival when the moment arrived. No special attire was required, just casual wear to go along with the celebration. As it often involved a long, slow dance and foot-dragging, enthusiastic young women might wear mini skirts, jean-pecks, and old shoes to partake in the festivities.

I vividly recall being in Freetown, observing from a distance as the Lantan procession from Waterloo passed me by, en route to Cotton Tree. The Padu dance used to continue late into the nights of Freetown, with flamboyant Lantans carried on the wheels of giant Ormolankays.

As various Lantan groups paraded, onlookers would compare the beauty, creativity, and materials used in their construction. Each year, these groups would compete for the title of the best Lantan, recognizing the effort put into its beauty, creativity, materials, and time. I cherished those moments. While provincial cities across Sierra Leone could join with one or two Lantans, Freetown would always boast several.

There was a time when I was part of it in Makeni – not physically dancing, but my heart leaped out of my shell. Through imagination, you could envision my bones jumping out of my skin, dancing to the loud trumpets of Bubu Music. You would love my fellow countrymen and women if you were fortunate enough to witness and experience those moments.

However, as with their bad habits, a time came when one side started using it as an instrument to advance their political agenda. The other side, feeling threatened, responded by craftily banning it. From my recent observations, even our secret societies, especially the male ones, are sometimes being exploited as tools in the political arena.

I challenge every politician to recognize that these festivals and secret societies were gifts from our forefathers and are our birthrights. They unite us, bringing out joy and happiness, yet they are fading away. What major festival serves as a national symbol? None! Every nation must have a national festival.

By Fayia Foray