Culture · Essay
Kumina: a language nobody speaks, kept alive because it was sung to the dead
Kumina came to Jamaica with Central Africans arriving after emancipation, and its songs still carry KiKongo words nobody in the island uses in conversation. On the drums, the duppy, the Queen, and a ritual that turned out to be an archive.Written to last.
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There is a category of Kumina song that practitioners call the country songs, and they are sung in a language that is not Jamaican Patois and is not English. It is an African ritual language, largely KiKongo in vocabulary, carried across the Atlantic in people's heads and kept in use for a century and a half in a country where nobody holds a conversation in it.
The songs are not translations and were not written down by their singers. They were learned by ear, from people who learned them by ear, from people who spoke the language natively. What survives is a lexicon embedded in performance, and linguists working on Kumina have been able to identify a substantial number of KiKongo words in it.
A ritual for the dead turned out to be the most effective archive of a language on the island. Nobody set out to do that.
Kumina's origin is later and more specific than most Afro-Caribbean traditions, which is why it retained so much.
Slavery in Jamaica ended in 1838. In the decades that followed, the plantations recruited indentured labourers from Central Africa, many of them from the Kongo region, who arrived as free workers under contract rather than as enslaved people, and who arrived together, in groups, speaking the same language.
That combination is unusual. Earlier arrivals had been deliberately mixed to prevent communication and had spent generations under a system designed to break cultural transmission. The post-emancipation Kongo arrivals came late enough, and coherently enough, to keep a practice intact.
They settled heavily in St Thomas in the island's east, which is still where Kumina is strongest.
The occasion is usually a death: a wake, the ninth night after, a memorial, the anniversary of one. It is also held for births, for healing, for thanksgiving and at the request of a household with a problem.
The drums are central. The kbandu holds the time, a steady low pulse, and the playing cast carries the improvised lead over it, and the drummers sit astride their instruments. Rattles, graters and a repeating chorus fill it out.
The dancing is close to the ground, with the feet moving in a shuffling step and the hips carrying the beat, and it goes on for hours. Rum is poured on the ground for the ancestors and drunk by the participants. Food is prepared and offered.
The purpose is to bring the ancestral spirits into the gathering, and when they arrive they arrive in a dancer, who is then treated as the ancestor rather than as themselves. The Jamaican word for a spirit of the dead is duppy, and Kumina distinguishes carefully between categories: sky gods, earthbound ancestral spirits, and the recently dead.
Kumina groups are led by a Queen or a King, an office held for life and generally recognised rather than appointed: a person of evident authority who knows the songs, the drum patterns, the herbs and the protocol.
The best known is Imogene Kennedy, universally called Queenie, who led a Kumina group in St Thomas, represented Jamaica at cultural festivals abroad, and became a national figure. When she died in 1998 she was given a state-recognised funeral, which is a notable position for a practice that had spent most of the century being treated by respectable Jamaica as an embarrassment.
The respectability problem has a documented history. Kumina was for a long time associated in official Jamaican discourse with backwardness and with obeah, and its practitioners were poor, rural and Black in a colony organised to disparage all three. Its rehabilitation from the 1960s onward, as part of a national cultural reappraisal, is a real change and a recent one.
Jamaican death practice contains several distinct traditions that outsiders tend to blur.
Nine Night, the wake held on the ninth night after a death to send the duppy on its way, is widespread across the island and is not specifically Kumina, though a Kumina group may be engaged for one. Dinki-mini in the north and Gerreh elsewhere are separate wake traditions with their own music and games. Revival and Pocomania are distinct religions with their own theology.
Kumina is the one with the surviving African language.
The lesson here runs slightly against the grain of everything else in this series.
Most of these traditions depend on a written record: a list of names, a tablet, a date, a ledger. Kumina had none of that. Its practitioners were people whose documentation was made by other people, for other purposes, and who owned nothing that would survive a fire.
What they had was performance, and performance turned out to be a durable medium in one specific respect: a song sung communally, on a schedule, by a group that corrects each other, is copied every time it is performed. It is an oral tradition with error-checking built in, which is why the KiKongo lasted.
Its limitation is equally clear. The songs preserve a language and a form. They do not preserve who anybody was. There is no Kumina equivalent of the spirit tablet or the parish register, and the individual people who carried this practice across the Atlantic are not recoverable by name.