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            Aruba: the legend behind its name




            (Oranjestad)—Most  folkloric  tales  soon as we have any information,
            and  legends  in  Aruba  revolve  we will let you know." Armed with
            around  our  indigenous  ancestors,  arrows  and  spears,  backpacks
            who came from mainland Venezu-      filled  with  food  and  water  con-
            ela, and discovered the island and  tainers, they set off. They climbed
            made  it  into  their  new  home.  This  several small hills, but no sign of a
            particular legend tells the story of  village.  They  crossed  different  dry
            the birth of the Aruba name.        riverbeds, but no sign of anything.
                                                When  the  sun  finally  descended,
            The legend follows the life of Arua,  they found themselves near a fairly
            an  indigenous  Cacique  originally  tall hill and decided to climb it for a
            from  Aroa  in  the  Falcon  state  in  better view of a village. This hill was
            Venezuela in the year 50 AD. Arua  called Pan Dushi or Orcuyo, which
            had a son around the year 70 AD  today we call Hooiberg.
            with his wife Shira, who they named
            Corobori.  When  Corobori  was  old  The  next  morning,  they  could
            enough, he joined his father on the  clearly see that they have landed
            usual boat trip to the islands of Cu-  on an island, but an unfamiliar one
            racao and Bonaire to gather salt.   at that. When Corobori went back
                                                to where his father was waiting, he
            On  their  way  back  to  Mainland  told  him  the  news:  “Father  Arua,
            Venezuela, they were caught up in  you have just discovered an island,
            a  heavy  rain  storm—a  side  effect  but it is not Curacao or Bonaire. Far
            from a passing, but far away, hur-  in the south, we saw the big moun-
            ricane. Of course, because of the  tains of our homeland Venezuela,
            lack of motors and sail, their boat  which we could have never seen
            was left in the mercy of the heavy  on the other island. This leads us to
            winds.  After  a  while,  the  storm  believe  we  are  on  a  new  island.
            started to pass, and the clouds be-  But  that’s  not  all.  When  the  sun
            gan to clear up. Finally able to see  came up, we saw in the distance a
            around  them,  the  Cacique  spot-  glowing plain, which we think may
            ted  land  approximately  an  hour  be salt.”
            away.  So,  they  started  to  row  in
            that  direction  until  they  reached  The Cacique was pleased to hear
            the coast.                          of his son’s findings. He decided to
                                                stay a couple days on the newly-
            Once  they  arrived  on  what  they  discovered island in search for salt.
            thought  was  Venezuela,  they  de-  The  next  morning  they  ascended
            cided to stay the night and fix their  Hooiberg again and stayed to see
            kayak. The next morning, the Caci-  if they could find nearby smoke, in-  salt. After a couple days of explor-  not forget that it is also yours. This is
            que ordered his son and a few war-  dicating an inhabitant village. But   ing the island and gathering some  my last wish: When I die, bury me in
            riors to go find any sign of popula-  they found nothing. So they went   salt rocks, they left for Venezuela,  our maize plantation.”
            tion  in  the  area:  "Corobori,”  Arua  back  to  their  initial  arrival  settle-  where  they  were  reunited  with
            said.  “Don't  come  back  without  ment, now known as Santo Largo      their families.                     And so when the Cacique passed
            news.  It’s  in  your  hands  how  long  in Savaneta. The next morning they                                 away, his wishes were granted and
            we stay here till we find our family.  hiked  along  the  Spaans  Lagoen   Throughout the year, they travelled  he was laid to rest in the area we
            So, if you need to take a week to  near the Mangel Halto Beach and      back  and  forth  to  Aruba,  collect-  now  know  as  the  Paradera  Cem-
            gather information, we will wait for  reached the area of Bushiri. There,   ing salt. After a while they settled  etery. Where he used to live, they
            you."                               they  boarded  they  kayaks  and    on the island, generations of fami-  built the Paradera Church.
                                                heading to what we know now as      lies living along the coast. Corobori
            "Don't worry,” Corobori replied. “As  Malmok, where they found rocks of
                                                                                    was the first indigenous inhabitant  And that is the tale of what inspired
                                                                                    in our history to explore the entirety  the  Aruba  name.  In  the  genera-
                                                                                    of the island.                      tions  that  lived  or  travelled  back
                                                                                                                        and forth to the island, there were
                                                                                    Arua,  after  decades  as  the  lead-  many familiar names*, like Guadiri-
                                                                                    er  of  his  tribe,  spent  his  last  days  ki,  a  warrior  who  was  there  when
                                                                                    on  the  island.  Having  reached  80  the  island  got  discovered  and  his
                                                                                    years  old,  he  called  for  his  family  son, whom he called Huliba; Coro-
                                                                                    on his death bed. In his hammock,  bori  and  his  children,  Corodori,
                                                                                    he said: “My children, many years  Camacuri and Turibana, Masiduri;
                                                                                    have  passed,  and  I’ve  asked  my  and  Malmok,  the  13-year-old  boy
                                                                                    warrior to bring me back to the is-  who  alerted  the  Cacique  when
                                                                                    land so I can laid to rest. The God  the Caribes attacked.
                                                                                    of living has given me the gift of life
                                                                                    to see my son, grandchildren and  Familiar names: all these names are
                                                                                    great  grandchildren.  But  now  he  familiar  to  Arubans,  as  these  are
                                                                                    is  calling  me  home.  Corobori,  my  the names of places and plants on
                                                                                    torch is now passed to you. Guide  the island. q
                                                                                    our people, and be the leader you
                                                                                    were always meant to become. If          Source: Un storia di e Indjan Arua
                                                                                    one  day  you  leave  my  island,  do   (A story of the Indian Arua) by Adolf
                                                                                                                                                (Dufi) Kock
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