Barter market in Togo keeps cultural tradition
ALOHOU Papa stands in the middle of the bustling market in Togoville and blows hard on a bright red whistle to catch everyone’s attention.
“It’s nine o’clock. The village c hi e f i s sending me t o announce that bartering can now start,” he cries. “No arguing and no provocation,” he tells traders and buyers.
Every Saturday on the northern shore of Lake Togo, some 65km east of the capital, Lome, Togoville runs a lively traditional barter market.
No money changes hands at the small public square, where traders, fisher folk and farmers from surrounding villages flock to trade their produce.
At “Togossime” – “Togo market” in the local Ewe language – all sorts of goods are swapped but grains, chickens, fish and other seafood are the most popular.
“Togov i l le is a t radit iona l village,” explains Simon Tovor, special adviser to local chief King Mlapa VI, who is head of the district and whose palace look s dow n on t he dust y streets.
“In days gone by, our parents lived off the land and sea. They swapped produce and everyone got along well,” he said.
“We thought it best to keep this practice so we didn’t lose this record of our grandparents and to show to our chil- dren how our parents lived.”
Stuck in time
In many respects, Togoville – Togo’s former capital which gave its name to the country – seems stuck in time, living according to the rhythm of the lake and the fishing season.
It was here in 1884 that king Mlapa III of Togoville signed a treaty to become a German protectorate, well before Togo became a French colony.
Even today, it’s easier to get to Togoville by wooden canoe across the lake than by using the potholed road from Lome that skirts the water’s edge.
The village, which is home to some 10,000 people, is well known as a centre for voodoo, attracting devotees to study and practise the religion.
Wooden statues and shrines are everywhere. The Virgin Mary is also said to have been seen walking on the lake in the 1970s, spurring pope John Paul II to visit in 1985.
At the market, most business is conducted in the open in the oppressive heat. A few dilapidated wooden structures with rusting corrugated roofs are used as shade.
Others spread out their wares on the parched brown earth. Women in colourful wrappers pick their way expertly through the crowds, balancing large bowls of produce on their heads.
Atsupi Fiodjio has been coming to the market from a nearby village for more than 25 years and sits on a brick selling smoked fish.
“I come every Saturday with two or three big baskets of smoked fish and I go home at the end of the day with at least three sacks of corn, beans and black-eyed peas,” she said.
“I resell them in our market where grains sell really quickly because our people mainly fish. We don’t grow anything,” she added, as a dozen customers looked on.
Sitting on the ground in front of her nearby stall, Jeannette Tenge lets everyone in earshot know about the quality of her fish.
“I only accept grains, especially corn and rice, and of course flour and cassava. Doing this gets me my stocks for the house for the whole week for my family,” she added.
“On other days I sell bread in the village school,” she added, complaining about the lack of