Available on JSTOR at: doi.org/10.2307/afar.1989.22.4.44

Abstract

This personal account is an attempt to add a human dimension to what I have written so far on Idoma art (Kasfir 1979–1988, in press). Ojiji was my first, last, and best informant-collaborator from my earliest visit in Idomaland in the spring of 1974 to my departure in the summer of 1978 (Fig. 1). When I finally returned in January 1986, he had been dead for more than two years. I was told that on a rainy evening on August 24, 1983, he had reached above his head for his kerosene lamp while warming himself by the fire. The lantern fell into the flames and exploded, setting his clothes alight. He died a few hours later. What was originally intended as a tribute to a living artist has instead become his epitaph.