The Rituals of Everyday Life

Abstract

When Walter pulled his Land Rover into Igsaya village that first late afternoon in mid-October and came to a stop in the square, Mike and I were greeted by a man about 40 years old in traditional attire from head to toe, but a traditional attire that was more formal than informal, consisting of a long piece of fine woolen cloth wrapped around his body and over a shoulder, with a maroon cap on top and a pair of pointed black shoes at the bottom.