Monday 6 April 2015

An attalaku for Abidjan's Maquis

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The Maquis can be considered the nexus of social life in Abidjan. As such it must be celebrated. Its wooden or metal truss structure over which a cloth, sheet metal or thatch roof is laden, offers a refuge from the unforgiving blaze of the sun during the day and a sanctuary for party-goers at night. Commanded by their thirst, the Maquis’ clients seek its shade, its good ambiance and its cold beers. The main road, often never too far constantly affirms the presence of the city with its unending parade of vehicles: orange taxis, yellow taxis, luxurious and diplomatic SUVs, run-down Gbakas all speed across only leaving behind the fumes of their exhausts and the echoes of their engines.

The Maquis’ floor surface is often a concrete slab or bare sand over which a dozen or so seats and tables are disposed. Depending on the time of day, the tables feature food, drinks or both. Lunch options may not be very varied but are very popular and can be quite scrumptious. Garba, the people’s favorite is a dish of cassava powder (Attieke), fish and freshly diced vegetables (condiments).  The act of eating is rarely solitary and as such often becomes a social and collective experience.

Assembled around a central dish, two or more people banter about and aloud. Two bowls of water (soapy and clear) often precede the food and are used by the patrons to wash their hands pre- and post- eating. With one hand (never the left) digging into the food and the other manning the beer glass or chasing away the undesirable flies, eating requires effort and dexterity; it becomes a form of work/skill that must be perfected. Its work facet betrayed by the beads of sweat found on the clients’ foreheads after the meal. In the words of Francois Kouakou N’Guessan, “The word “Maquis” in Cote D’Ivoire evokes a reality that is simultaneously gastronomic, cultural and political… the commotion, shouts, interpellations and discussions give to the maquis an exceptional ambiance which transcends its primary gastronomic function, and turn it into a true cultural centre with all the implicated human interactions, reflections, discourses and projects” (N’Guessan 1983).

If in 1983 the culture of dancing in the Maquis hadn’t yet gained prevalence, the failed coup of September 2002 in Ivory Coast, and the crisis that later ensued surely changed the social dynamics of the Maquis. As curfews were declared in Abidjan (sometimes starting at 6 pm, other times earlier), social angst swelled, insecurity levels augmented and the climate became tense. However, “Just like the Messiah came a young man, with his battalion armed with joy and gaiety” His name was Amidou Doukoure Stephane Sagacité aka Douk Saga. With his Coupe Decale, his flashy attires and most importantly his constant “Travaillement” (the art of rewarding fans with money), Douk Saga crystallized himself and his Coupe Decale as a new model of success for Ivorian youths. Moreover, Maquis owners and patrons found innovative ways of circumventing the state of emergency by opening their doors in the mornings or afternoons and offering patrons the opportunity to liberate some of their worries to the hypnotic sounds of Coupe Decale music. The Maquis thus became the terraneous grounds onto which Coupe Decale music took its roots.





Nowadays as night falls, vibrant music emanates from the Maquis and usually does not stop until at least 6 AM. Savvy owners append night-clubs or air-conditioned lounges (bar climatises) to their Maquis and offer their clients a fashionable décor in which to spend their nights. Special Zouglou or Coupe Decale nights are featured on big banners and serve to attract either one crowd or the next. If N’Guessan had previously identified 3 categories that characterized the Maquis, today a fourth can certainly be added: entertainment. Moreover its popularity has now become transnational as the word exported itself to counties as remote as Paris' Chateau D'eau and Chateau Rouge districts. The Maquis is no longer an Ivorian phenomenon, it is now international.  


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