The funeral
It was a great challenge for me to document the funeral ceremony, which lasted several days. Even the 10 days beforehand were packed: all the women sat around for hours preparing tons of food for the mourners. More and more visitors from out of town arrived, and more and more helpers:inside. All the larger rooms filled with drinks, food, dishes and chairs – which were also labeled. The xylophones were repaired, as well as crumbling masonry and the dusty floor in the courtyard. Latrines were built, the field in front of the homestead was leveled. Already in Accra, Cynthia had to prepare the gifts with the domestic worker.
Nobody had time. Everybody was busy.












The big shroud for Pigr has been washed and is drying on the wall since two days now.






The xylophones are now ready. They are played at the funeral for almost three days without a break.

Then came the big moment when the bodies of Pigr and Titu’s cousin Gaapagr arrived at the homestead. Pognyang, Titu’s sister, was buried with her husband. Just her picture will be shown. Pigr was taken into a room and laid on the floor. All the women went into the small hut and looked at the dead woman in silence. Pigr was washed, embalmed and dressed in a beautiful robe. The same took place for Gaapagr in his homestead. It was late at night when both dead bodies were laid out in the courtyard, only their silhouettes visible in the glow of many candles. Both were sitting on chairs. Then the drumming, xylophone playing and mourning began.
The women gather around the dead woman and honour her silently.
All pause in a moment of great respect.






No sooner had the sun risen the next morning than all the mourners gathered again in the courtyard and went back to both dead to honour them, mourn them and bid them farewell. Outside in the field, a tent was erected and decorated with great attention to detail, where Pigr and Gaapagr were placed inside from midday. Their belongings were draped around them: Suitcases, pots, fabrics for Pigr. Gapaagr had a bow and arrow, among other things. Next to the tent, the guests laid offerings for the family of the dead. Chickens and goats were tethered, bundles of millet and maize were laid down. The portraits I had taken of Pigr, Kuuyuour 1989 and of Ponyang and Gapaagr 2019 were placed in front of them. I was very touched by that.



On the second day, there was dancing from the afternoon until sunset. And only on the third day were the dead buried.
The grandchildren and all the women honoured Pigr, they literally “danced” a straw mat for her until she was busted . The men finally laid Pigr in her grave. Again they danced and sang. Until the next morning. Until everyone was completely exhausted. Until all the guests went home. Only slowly did peace return.


The exhibition REMEMBER will be opened soon on the 2nd of September 2022. There I will how a documentary of my stay in Hiineteng, about 50 minutes long. Hopefully I can post the film soon on the blog or youtube or vimeo too.