Why I Failed, Part IV

I'm in Kumasi, learning about one of the most famous symbols of Asanti power and a national symbol of Ghanian pride. We are on one of our "cultural outings," being educated on the history of a people we would never hear about if we weren't given this opportunity to experience Africa. So far I've learned that before colonial rule, the Asanti kingdom was quite formidable, ruling much of West Africa. They believed the source of their power came from their direct connection to their god, who manifested his presence to them in the form of a golden stool. In this museum, I hear the history of how the British tried to confiscate this stool, therefore breaking the power of the Asanti kingdom, but the Asanti fooled them by giving them a replica instead. I watch videos of the stool on parade in all its splendor, complete with garlands draped over it and women dancing in front of it. I see photos of this stool sitting on a throne next to the great Asanti chief. As long as this stool is in lace, the Asanti kingdom will have power and unity. Yes, what a great and interesting; what a unique cultural heritage these people have.
People around me dutifully look interested. Some really get into this stuff, some just want to get through the tour and to the markets. But all appreciate the ability to go home having been enriched by learning about the fascinating intricacies of another culture.
Hold on! Rewind! Freeze! Has anyone stopped to notice that these people are paying homage to a chair? Has anyone thought about the fact that these people think the secret to their greatness is a chair? Does it bother anyone to see intelligent people dancing in front of and adoring a chair? Am I alone in thinking that this could be a problem?
Apparently.
That's why I failed.