Mbande is a hill on the plain of north Nyasaland with a commanding view,of the surrounding country and well suited to defence. The west side is precipitous and below the scarp edge there used to be a marsh; to the north the hill is protected by a wide reach of the Lukulu river. It is a sacred place and for many generations was the home of the 'divine king,' the Kyungu. Like' the Lwembe he was the living representative of a hero, and was selected by a group of hereditary nobles from one of two related lineages, the office alternating (if suitable candidates were available) between the two. They sought a big man, one who had begotten children and whose sons were already married, not a young man for, the nobles said, 'young men always want war, and destroy the country.' He must be a man of wisdom (gwa mahala) and generous in feeding his people.
The Kyungu's life was governed by taboos even more rigorous than those surrounding the Lwembe. He must not fall ill, or suffer a wound, or even scratch himself and bleed a little, for his ill health, or his blood falling on the earth would bring sickness to the whole country. 'Men feared when Kyungu's blood fell on the ground, they said, "It is his life."' 'If he had a headache his wives (if they loved him) told him not to mention it, they hid his illness; but if the nobles entered and found him ill they dug the grave and put him in it, saying, "He is the ruler (ntemi), it's taboo for him to be ill." Then he thought: "Perhaps it is so" (with a gesture of resignation).'
Great precautions were taken to preserve his health. He lived in a separate house with his powerful medicines. His food was prepared by boys below the age of puberty lest a menstruating woman, or a youth who had laid with a woman, should touch it and so bring sickness upon him; and his numerous wives were immured in the royal enclosure-a great stockade-and jealously guarded, for any infidelity on their part was thought to make their husband ill, and with him the whole country.
When the Kyungu did fall ill he was smothered by the nobles who lived around him at Mbande,
and buried in great secrecy, with a score or more of living persons-slaves-in the grave beneath him,
and one or two wives and the sons of commoners above. And in the midst of all this slaughter the
nobles brought a sheep to look into the grave that the dead Kyungu might be gentle (mololo) like
The living Kyungu was thought to create food and rain, and his breath and the growing parts of his body-his hair and nails and the constantly replaced mucus of his nose-were believed to be magically connected with the fertility of the Ngonde plain. When he was killed his nostrils were stopped so that he was buried 'with the breath in his body'; while portions of his hair and nails and of his nasal mucus were taken from him beforehand and buried by the nobles of Ngonde in the black mud near the river. This was 'to defend the country against hunger,' to close up the land, to keep it rich and heavy and fertile as it was when he himself lived in it.'
His death was kept secret-a relatively easy matter since he lived in seclusion-and one of the nobles (Ngosi) impersonated him wearing his clothes. After a month or two when the nobles had decided whom to choose as the new Kyungu, the luckless man was summoned to Mbande: 'Your father calls you.' Then he came with his companions and entered the house to make obeisance; they seized him and put the sacred cloth on him and set him on the stool 'Kisumbi,' saving, 'Thou Kyungu, thou art he,' and he became the Kyungu. Then they struck the drum, Mwenekelwa, and everyone knew that the Kyungu had died and another had been installed. Men feared greatly to be seized as the Kyungu, just as they feared to be seized as the Lwembe, because the life of a divine king was short. Ngonde historians quote a number of cases of sons of the Kyungu who fled to escape being set on the stool; once they had sat on it they dared not flee lest they die. . . .
In time of drought the nobles of Ngonde would go to a diviner to inquire who it was who was
angry; they would mention all the names of the sacred groves of the Kyungus in turn and he would
tell them that it. was so and so. They would inform the living Kyungu and he would give them a
bull or a sheep, together with some beer-they would take one of the pots of beer from his own house,
brought by his people as tribute. And be would give them some flour and cloths also. Then they
would go with them into the grove and build a miniature hut. Next they would kill the beast and
hang some of the meat up on a tree-the rest they would eat later outside the grove. Then they would
tear up the cloths and fasten some of the pieces onto the hut in the grove-an action they would
explain as giving him cloths.' And finally, they would pour out some of the beer and the flour.
Nearly always, in time of drought, they would thus build a hut and make an offering in the grove of
the Kyungu whom the diviner had mentioned.
But occasionally, if one of the chiefs had recently insulted the Kyungu, they concluded that it was the living Kyungu himself who was angry. They would go to a diviner and mention all the names of the dead Kyungus, but he would refuse to accept any of them: 'No . . . no.' And at length he would tell them that it was the living Kyungu who was angry because so-and-so had insulted him. Then there would be no sacrifice at the grove at all, but the nobles of Ngonde would go to the one who had insulted the Kyungu and charge him with it, asking him what he meant by thus killing them all, would not the whole land starve? And so the wrongdoer would take a cow to the Kyungu who, thereupon, would address the nobles of Ngonde, saying: 'If it was my anger which brought the drought then it will rain (for I am no longer angry). But if the rain does not come then it cannot have been my anger, it must have been someone [of the dead Kyungus] whom you forgot to ask about it.' 'And if, after that, the rain came soon, then it was not likely that anyone would insult the Kyungu again.'. . .
Thus to insult Kyungu was not only treasonable, it was blasphemous, and the whole plain was believed to be cursed with drought or disease in reply. An 'insult' might mean any neglect of the obligations of the chiefs and nobles and commoners of the plain to their lord. . . .
The majesty (ubusisya) of the Kyungu was cultivated in a variety of ways. He smeared himself with ointment made from lion fat, and his bed was built up with elephant tusks and lion pelts. He was enthroned on the sacred iron stool called Kisumbi, he had a spear, Kamisa, and Mulima, a porous piece of iron 'like a mouth organ' used to make rain, all handed down from the first Kyungu. His zebra tails, set with medicines in horn handles, were waved in war and during prayer to the shades, and he also had the famous drum on which the blood of a child was poured.
But the majority of their subjects only worshipped from afar in fear and trembling. At Mbande
no ordinary commoner was ever conducted into the sacred enclosure, but only the territorial nobles
and the elder chiefs, and they only occasionally; while when the Kyungu travelled through his
country all men save the very oldest fled from his approach. Even in speech fearful circumlocutions
were used to refer to his journeying-'The country is on the move'-'the great hill is moving- 'the
mystery is coming.' It was taboo both for the old men who-stayed to see him, and for those who
entered the sacred enclosure, ever to greet him in the usual way. Falling down and clapping the
hands was the only greeting for the Kyungu.
From the wives of the Kyungu also men fled in terror, fearing lest they be compromised and thrown over the cliff of Mbande, and this both added to the atmosphere of terror which surrounded him and was an expression of it.