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Among Yoruba speakers of southwestern Nigeria, egbére names a nocturnal forest being, short of stature, heard before it is seen. Wiktionary and living speech link the myth to the piercing night cry of the galago, the bush baby; the verb phrase to wail like egbére still marks uncontrollable crying. Oxford’s Yoruba dictionary glosses the word toward fairy or goblin. In these accounts the spirit haunts deep bush and, in older colonial notes, graves — emerging in darkness and fading toward dawn.

Almost every telling binds egbére to a small woven mat held tight under the arm. People say that whoever takes the mat may come into unimaginable wealth, yet the spirit’s weeping follows the thief until the cost of that shortcut becomes clear. Contemporary Yoruba writers treat the mat as a moral and metaphysical lesson against illicit prosperity, not as a treasure map. Temptation and grief share the same sound. This archive will not invent a ritual for seizing or returning the mat.

William Taylor’s 1898 missionary sketch, written in a condescending colonial voice, claimed egbere rode sheep and brought disease; such detail is recorded as outsider reportage, not as Yoruba authority. Indigenous and academic voices today place egbére among autonomous bush spirits — neither orisha nor ordinary ancestor — whose tears may be sincere or deceptive. Isolation is the path after dark. Dawn is the edge many night beings cannot keep.

Read egbére from Yoruba cosmology outward. Do not flatten it into a generic goblin or into child-harm spectacle; the childlike wail is a sonic motif, not a licence to depict victims. Leave living Ifa and herbal consultation to those who practise them. In these accounts the mat tests greed. The archive keeps the warning and refuses the how-to.