TRAVEL Malawi Cheeks slick with sweat, wide-eyed expressions oscillating between curiosity and contained terror, jubilation and glee. These people knew they were being entertained, yet they had bought into the reality of the ritual, allowed themselves to feel frightened, to savour the rush of cathartic bliss that comes with surrendering to the moment.
It was a rush I felt, too, being in the thick of it, dust rising, feet thumping, the crowd swaying and heaving back and forth like an ocean tide, this way, then that. In our guts we knew it was an act, but the masked characters carried the weight of something potent. The emotions, the energy, the connection with the ancestors… all of this was real.
These were the masks of the Gule Wamkulu –the “great dance”…
