Trumpets blow to announce my arrival in the village at sunset. The one wearing me, whose entire body is painted black, starts to move me around and to jump over a fire.
I am a spirit of the forest that enters the village when boys are undergoing initiation. My painted patterns represent the real and imaginary animals and plants of the forest.
I am made out of tapa, a fabric produced by beating bark, stretched over a rattan structure. At the end of the dance, I, the mask, am destroyed
