Its name here is Kitedzi.
Having travelled at least twenty miles in search of our party that day, our rest on a mat in the best hut of the village was very sweet.

We had dined the evening before on a pigeon each, and had eaten only a handful of kitedzi porridge this afternoon.

The good wife of the village took a little corn which she had kept for seed, ground it after dark, and made it into porridge.

This, and a cup of wild vegetables of a sweetish taste for a relish, a little boy brought in and put down, with several vigorous claps of his hands, in the manner which is esteemed polite, and which is strictly enjoined on all children.
On the third day of separation, Akosanjere, the headman of this village, conducted us forward to our party who had gone on to Nseze, a district to the westward.

This incident is mentioned, not for any interest it possesses, apart from the idea of the people it conveys.