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little story seems very apt as the beginning of our quest for the understanding of narratives and the dialogue of cultures of knowledge. This story is Chinua Achebe’s adaptation of a Yoruba story. It goes this way: two farmers were working their farms on either side of a road. As they worked they made friendly conversation across the road. Then Eshu, god of fate and lover of confusion, decided to upset the state of peace between them. A god with a sharp and nimble imagination, he took his decision as quickly as lightning. He rubbed one side of his body with white chalk and the other side with charcoal and walked up the road with considerable flourish between the farmers. As soon as he passed beyond earshot the two men jumped from their work at the same time. And one said: “Did you notice that extraordinary white man who has just gone up the road?” In the same breath the other asked: “Did you see that incredible black man I have just seen?” In no time at all, the friendly questions turned into a violent argument and quarrel, and finally into a fight. As they fought they screamed: He was white! He was black! After they had belaboured themselves to their hearts’ content they went back to their farms and resumed their work in gloomy and hostile silence. But no sooner had they settled down than Eshu returned and passed with even greater flourish between them down the road. Immediately the two men sprang up again. And one said: “I am sorry, my good friend. You were right; the fellow is white.” And in the same breath the other farmer was saying: “I do apologize for my blindness. The man is indeed black, just as you said.” And in no time again the two were quarrelling and then fighting. As they fought this time, they shouted: I was wrong! No, I was wrong!1

Narratives and the Dialogue of Cultures of Knowledge: A Perspective on the Experience of the West and Africa