The mud-walled city of Agadez lies in the far upper reach of the Republic of
Niger, below the foothills of the Aïr Massif and west of the Tenere Sand Sea.
Here caravan routes cross that link places whose names long preceded the coming
of nation-states to the Sahara: Northward lie the Hoggar, Tassili and Fezzan;
the southward routes lead to Hausaland, Benin and Bornu. For more than 500 years
Agadez has been a crossroads for Berbers and sub-Saharan Africans, Arab traders
and European explorers, a place of Ghanaian gold and Makkan pilgrims, Barbary
horses and Ottoman brocades.
What once made Agadez a thriving entrepôt is now a thing of the past.
Herodotus remarked on the once bountiful salt mines, located near springs that
watered the thousand-camel caravans that set out each February. "At the
distance of 10 days' journey from one another," he wrote in about 440 BC,
"heaps of salt lie upon the hills. At the top of every hill gushes forth a
stream of water cold and sweet." Now the mines stand mostly idle, and the
springs are dry.
Today what brings outsiders to Agadez are the goods and services of a new
millennium—high-grade uranium and high-end tourism. The French-owned mine at
Arlit, 250 kilometers (150 mi) to the north along the so-called "Uranium
Highway" that connects the Aïr to Niamey, Niger's capital, fuels France's
nuclear power plants. On a roughly parallel course are pont d'Afrique charter
flights—nonstop airbridge flights from Paris—bearing tourists in search of
what many regard as the Sahara's most beautiful dunes.
But one thing that Agadez has maintained, and that continues to survive even
the assault of modern technology and new money, is the office of the sultan. The
Sultanate of Aïr is still a living institution, a body of men and women
whose functions in the city and surrounding region are both very much of the
moment and deeply embedded in the past.
An Islamic sultanate was usually created, by custom if not by law, on the
order of the ruling caliph. The fact that, throughout the lands of Islam,
sultanates nonetheless exist today that were never so decreed shows the power of
customary rights.
The origin of the Aïr sultanate is found in the oral histories of certain
Tuareg tribes: the Kel Owi, Kel Ferwan and Itesen. According to their
traditions, the tribes had been embroiled in internecine strife for so long that
they finally sent an emissary to Istanbul seeking the appointment of a common
ruler. The obvious flaw in this history is that, at the time they say this
occurred, Istanbul was still Constantinople and still a Byzantine city.
The Rihla of the great Tangier-born geographer Ibn Battuta, who came this way
in 1352 at the end of his world travels, is a standard reference for West
African place names. The fact that he passed through the nearby copper-mining
and trading center of Tiggida, but nowhere mentions Agadez, probably signifies
that at that time Agadez was not a place of importance.
The sultanate's early history is also obscure and complicated by instability
and rapid change of rulers. Fragmentary 16th-century Arab chronicles archived at
the University of Niamey indicate that the first sultan was named Yunus, and he
commenced his rule in 1404. The names of his mother and aunt are recorded,
unlike those of his father and grandfather, which hints that Yunus was of a
matriarchal lineage, and thus probably a Tuareg. The sultanate's initial seat of
power was Tadaliza, now an archeological site in the Aïr uplands.
By about 1510, when Leo Africanus—the Arab traveler and scholar Hassan ibn
Muhammad al-Wazzan—claims to have visited Agadez, the sultanate had been based
in that city for fewer than 50 years, having been moved there by Yusuf bin
Aishata, who ruled from 1461 to 1477. In the Tamasheq language of the Tuareg,
the sultan's palace in Agadez is still called Gidan Isuf, or "House of
Yusuf."
Although modern scholars doubt that Leo indeed saw Agadez himself, his
description was surely based on someone's eyewitness account: "Agadez is a
walled city built by the modern sultans near Libya," he wrote. "It is
the city of Blacks that is the closest to the cities of Whites, excepting Oualet
[Oualata, in modern day Mauritania]. Its houses are well constructed in the
style of Barbary because their inhabitants are almost all foreign
merchants."
What Leo wrote next rings true even today: "It has very few indigenous
people and they are almost all artisans or soldiers of the sultan."
Artisans, soldiers, traders, courtiers and townsmen speaking any or all of
Tamasheq, Hausa, Arabic, Songhai and French, Niger's official language—there
is still today a rich mix of cultures, skin tones and tongues in Agadez.
Djibo Hamani, a professor at the University of Niamey and author of The
Tuareg Sultanate of Aïr: Crossroads of Blacks and Berbers, guesses that Agadez
was first settled by Hausa immigrants from the south, a population that has
grown in recent years. As the 500-year-old seat of a Tuareg sultanate, the city
naturally attracted its fair share of Tamasheq speakers too.
With caravan routes secured by the sultan, Arab merchants were quick to make
their way down from the north. For most of the 16th century, Agadez was the
easternmost outpost of the Songhai, a Niger River-based empire centered in
present-day Mali. Riverine Songhai is still spoken near Agadez in the town of
Ingall.
More recently, it was the French who sent soldiers. Their force of arms
pressed hard on Agadez—and throughout Tuareg lands generally—following a
rebellion in 1916 which threatened to break apart colonial holdings throughout
French West Africa. The rebellion was led locally by a warrior named Kawsoun,
and the Hotel de l'Aïr, currently housing French tourists, was said to have
been his headquarters.
Today, Ibrahim Oumarou is the 126th Sultan of the Aïr, and his 40-year reign
has been exceeded in length only by that of his father. "It has not been
easy, but I am still here," he says. "As sultan I have dealt with
drought, tribal rebellion, a mining boom, and now, a drop in uranium
prices."
Matters brought before his court touch on marriages, inheritances,
intertribal complaints and tax grievances. The sultan hears disputations with
the qadi (judge) and imam (prayer leader) sitting on his right, and the massou
oun-goriwa, the chiefs of Agadez's 16 governmental districts, sitting on his
left. Decisions are final.
"But these are nowadays small things," the sultan continues,
"compared to what my father Oumarou Sofo faced. He was sultan during World
War II, and the Italians had taken the town of Ghat, not far from the Libyan
border. The French said it was his duty to protect the northern frontier, so he
personally patrolled the lines by camel. Every stranger entering Agadez was
brought before him for close questioning."
An audience with the sultan and his senior officers today is convened in a
congenial manner. He sits in an armchair in the formal hall next to the palace.
His seconds gather cross-legged at his feet. Photographs of him greeting foreign
dignitaries rim the room. Closely attending are his secretary, Al-Qasim Chibba,
and his dangaladima, or second-in-command, Al-Bachir Ibrahim. After a brief tête-à-tête,
they agree on the current list of titles and functions in his extensive court.
First in importance, if not precedence, is the sarkin kofa, or Chief Doorkeeper,
and the sarkin doggarai, or Chief Bodyguard. "It is much quieter
nowadays," says the gray-headed doorkeeper Jibou Wakata. "I remember
having to throw some people out headfirst when they did not respect the decorum
of the room."
Among the other titles, some apparently less relevant today than others, are
the manzo and the wakili, Envoy to the South and Envoy to the North,
respectively; the zargui and the sarkin tamboura, Horseman and Chief Drummer;
the sarkin fawa and the sarkin kassoua, Chief of the Butchers and Chief of the
Merchants; the touratva and the madha, Chief of Defense and Keeper of [lslamic]
Texts; and the agarabe and the agastan, Envoy to Itinerant Marabouts and Envoy
to Tuareg Tribes.
There is also the magajia, or Women's Representative, who is the Sultan's
elder sister Hajjiya Zeynaba. She presides over a parallel court consisting of
the tambari, or female delegates from the city's districts. "My job is to
quiet the gossipmongers," she says. "When a dispute arises, I bring
the two parties together face-to-face. If one refuses to come, I have her
brought by force, and keep her here for 24 hours without food. Most likely after
that she will listen to reason."
The magajia's other function is to welcome new Tuareg brides when they
present themselves for blessing. On the occasion of the wedding of Hawa Turawa,
women had been dancing exuberantly outside her house, accompanied by wailing
from a double-reed, oboe-like ghaita and the pounding of Hausa-style
cloth-covered tom-toms and a kettle drum. It was some time before the bride was
able to drift away unnoticed to the palace door, a head scarf covering her
complex wedding braid, the atapa. She carried a ceremonial knife to ward off
evil in her first week of married life.
The dancing itself recalled a similar moonlit entertainment seen in the city
by the German explorer Henry Barth, who resided in Agadez for the month of
October 1850 "under the Auspices of Her Britannic Majesty's
Government" and whose five-volume Travels and Discoveries in North and
Central Africa. ...1849-55 is a classic of 19th-century expeditionary
literature. "Four young men, placed opposite each other in pairs," he
wrote, "were dancing with warlike motions and stamping the ground violently
with the left foot, turned round in a circle, the motions being accompanied by
the energetic clapping of hands of a numerous ring of spectators."
Before the arrival of the French, the custom had been for the tribes who
originated the sultanate to select and depose their leaders by popular vote. As
Leo Africanus wrote in the 16th century, "sometimes his people replace him
with a relative, but they do not kill him. He who gives the greatest
satisfaction to the people of the desert is named sultan." Sultans commonly
took the throne two and even three times.
But historian Djibo Hamani is perhaps more accurate when he writes that
"the role of the Sultan, as governor and Imam, was essentially that of a
conciliator between tribes and federations, a caller-to-arms in case of conflict
with outsiders, and a guarantor of caravan routes. Mostly, however, each tribe
managed its own affairs and completely ignored this centralizing
institution."
As a means of tightening control, the French imposed a system of hereditary
rule upon the office, based on the approval of five electing tribes: the Kel
Owi, Kel Ferwan, Kel Fade, Imakkitan and Ikaskazan.
Barth, whose house in Agadez, furnished in a traditional manner and secured
with a wooden lock and key, can still be visited, first saw the city from the
south. Like any traveler arriving across the interminable laterite plateaus, he
was struck by the 30-meter (90') square-sided minaret, skewered by 14 courses of
protruding timbers, which towers over the squat-arched Grand Mosque. "My
companions," wrote Barth, "with a certain amount of pride, showed me
in the distance the high minaret, the glory of Agadez." Its form recalls
the dovecotes of the Nile Valley almost as much as the mud-brick minarets and
mosques of Mali to the west. A mosque first rose on that site in 1515 by order
of the Songhai emperor Muhammad Askia, following his conquest of Agadez. But
today's minaret, said to be the tallest mud-brick minaret in Africa, dates from
just before Barth's arrival. Still evident today is what Barth also first
noted—the minaret's elegant entasis, or midpoint swell, as in a Greek column.
Today, it is slightly asymmetrical, due to prevailing easterly winds that bring
the heaviest rain to that side, thus requiring heavier annual replastering on
that side, from top to bottom.
As muezzin, or caller to prayer, of the Grand Mosque, it falls on Muhammad
Suleiman to climb the minaret's winding stairs, their mud-brick treads worn
smooth from a century and a half of weekly trips to the crow's nest-like parapet
wall at the top, from which he seems to aim his Friday call to prayer to the
summits of the distant Aïr. "No, I have never left Agadez," Muhammad
says with a sheepish grin. "I graduated from Qur'an school here and here I
have stayed."
The interior of the mosque is a low-ceilinged maze of side rows and forward
sight lines, checkerboarded by head-bumping arches at three-meter (10')
intervals. When the space fills with the faithful, it resonates with an intimacy
impossible under loftier vaults.
The city's other historical sites suffer from relative neglect. The austere
Tande Mosque in the Amdit district, where the sultan and his marabouts, or
religious scholars, gather once a year, is kept locked the rest of the time. New
buildings encroach on the Cherifian cemeteries, testimony to Agadez's noble
past. The ruins of a second palace, built by the twin brothers and co-sultans
Muhammad Humad and Muhammad al-Adil, who ruled in alternating weeks and who
jointly bear the ignominy of having delivered the city to Songhai invaders, are
trodden underfoot in the livestock market.
Ghubayd Ag al-Awjeli, a 1958 Cairo University graduate and a 35-year employee
of Radio Agadez, has a historian's perspective on changes now under way in his
city. "Times are changing fast here for the Tuareg," he says,
"and that changes people even faster. When you can't read and write, it's
hard to preserve the past. That is especially true today, as the city is now
over 50 percent Hausa or Hausa-speaking."
Doing his part to preserve Tuareg culture, Ghubayd broadcasts three times a
week in Tamasheq on subjects ranging from animal husbandry to Saharan
pre-history. He is a co-editor of the first French-Tamasheq dictionary compiled
since the landmark work of the Catholic priest and Berber linguist Charles de
Foucauld at the turn of the last century, and he helped collect the oral history
of the Kel Denneg tribe.
Ghubayd is saddened when bright Tuareg youths are "lost" to Hausa
and French schooling, and he finds it ironic that Tifinak, the indigenous
alphabet of the Sahara first used for etching messages on rocky outcrops, is now
mostly written by uneducated migrant workers in letters home to their families.
Another tack among efforts to uplift Tuareg life in Agadez is that of Zahra
Mohamed Attayeb. She has recently started a microcredit organization for women;
it is called Tidawt, the Tamasheq word for "together." She hopes to
strengthen even further her people's high valuation of women's social roles by
putting the economic means of production directly into their hands. Zahra knows
the benefits of this from personal experience: Her Jeep-repair business thrives
only because she keeps a steady grip on the operation.
Yet another face of Tuareg culture is reflected in the life story of a
70-year-old semiliterate oral poet with a French name, Abdurrahman Francois
Kusu. Kusu is the Tamasheq word for mouse, "because I was born so
small," he says.
Kusu is of mixed parentage. His father was a French lieutenant; his mother
was of the Imezouren lineage in the Kel Ferwan tribe. "My father did not
stay in Africa long enough to see my birth," he says, "so he left me a
herd of animals and sent money back through a fellow officer. But some of the
animals disappeared, so I challenged the officer and he threatened my life.
After that, my mother moved me out onto the bush."
There he was mocked unmercifully by other children for having a French
father, and an absent one at that. Kusu learned to console himself in verse.
"I composed acts of defiance," he says. "They gave me
strength." With difficulty, because the Tamasheq vocabulary is so tightly
compressed, a translator tries to paraphrase a short poem: "I'm proud to be
a white man's son / So now I need not please you. / Whites do one thing and you
another. / My father bought animals for me, / So now I need not beg anything
from you."
"If I had found my father, I wouldn't be this way now," says Kusu.
"I'd be somebody else. Those who knew him said he was a very good man. What
a loss that I never met him!"
Al-Qasim Chibba, secretary to the sultan, has heard of Kusu's fame. He has
been told that Kusu brings credit to his Tuareg kinsmen because he stood to
defend his honor and that of his mother. "There is already a Chief Drummer
in the sultan's court," says Chibba, "but maybe there is room for a
Chief Poet." This because the sultan too, through his office and his loyal
Tuareg courtiers, stands in a kind of defiance of all who say he is out of step
with the times.