The remaining days of my initiation were filled with contemplation and sacrifice. I continued to be in awe of all the support that was not only required but offered to make sure everything was done properly. When it was all complete I was sent back to the house were I was staying during the trip with Bàbá Jamel and Ṣelewa to change into celebratory clothing. When we returned to the compound there was a big party going on with drumming, dancing, and singing.
It was at this point that I learned about the concept of “dashing” or as we kind of call it in the U.S., tipping. Dashing is super common in Nigeria. People are always looking for a little monetary thank you for any and everything. It can be something that is expected and makes sense based on the situation, or it can become overwhelming and anger inducing. It can also involve a person who acts as the dash liaison who collects the money for the person being dashed. I’ve seen this in large settings such as a festival. As with most things, there is an art to it.
Giving and receiving is an exchange that always seeks to be in balance. Looking at what you are willing to give and the source of why you want to give is always helpful. Am I giving out of obligation or out of appreciation? In the case of the IFA initiaiton celebration for myself and Ṣelewa it was appreciation…mostly. You have to be mindful of who you are dashing as some people haven’t been present during the initiation. They didn’t take part in the work and just want a lil dash. In the words of my brother John Forté, “I don’t knock it, that’s peace” however, I tried my best to make sure those who worked got taken care of with a dash.
There were a ton of laughs, smiles, and a lot of dancing that happened on the compound that day. It was an experience I’ll never forget. I look forward to going back and carefully navigating the airport workers (official and unofficial) with my dashes to make my way back to Osun state. Soon come.