Junk and Jesus in Longwa, Nagaland

A bizarre intersection of drugs and religion in Longwa village, Nagaland.



The road to Longwa village began with a prayer and ended with opium.

Before our shared taxi left for the tribal village on the Burmese border, local heads bowed in unison. Hands clasped together as a young man said a prayer in Nagamese with closed eyes. The only word discernible to my foreign ears was “Jesu”, Jesus.

With a final “amen!” we set off on a bumpy mountain road that could certainly do with a divine blessing or two, driving past quintessential Nagaland landscapes: hilly rainforests engulfing bamboo villages, and deforested mountaintops dotted with woodcutter huts. Nagaland state, famous for headhunters, carnivorous diets, and a plethora of distinct tribes, is a wild place, and assuredly it looks the part.

Small village on the border with Burma (Myanmar)

A tiny village on the Burmese border. We certainly weren’t expecting to travel to Myanmar on this trip, but life’s full of (technical) surprises.

Hills and trees in Nagaland

The slash and burned hills of Nagaland

After several bouncy hours, the car crunched to a stop in the center of Longwa village. As we extricated ourselves from the tangle of the shared Sumo vehicle, a cluster of local children stood silently by the roadside, waiting to guide us to our homestay.

Small hands gestured for us to follow, and we traipsed behind them down a slippery stone path through bamboo longhouses to our final destination: something that can only be described as an opium den.


Longwa Village in Nagaland, India, is famous for its headhunters, but there are far more curious bits of culture to be found. Read on for a bizarre tale of headhunters, drug use, and Christianity in the small village on the India-Burma border.


Drug den in Longwa village

Countless skulls and weapons adorned the blackened walls of the bamboo longhouse. Mithun horns (a native sort of buffalo) pointed at clustered rows of wild boar skulls. Two ageing—but well cared for—rifles hung over yet more skulls, and decorative spears leaned against a wall plastered with yellowing photos of men in tribal attire.

Spears, red tassels, and photos on the bamboo hut wall

The spacious dirt floor of the longhouse was vacant, the true center of activity being in a corner of the house. A small, smoky fire burned there, encircled by four or five men sitting on their heels. It was hard to make their faces out in the dim lighting of the longhouse… and through the cloud of opium smoke floating around their heads.

We put our packs down and squatted on some small wooden stools, ogling our bizarre surroundings. Unfazed by our curious gazes, one of the men by the fire proffered us a loaded bong, followed by a halfhearted attempt to sell us some trinkets. The eyes of the other men remained fixated on spoons cooking in the fire, their bubbling contents far more interesting than two random foreign visitors.

Smoking opium from a bamboo bong

After a time, a wiry man ducked into the house, grinning at us with teeth stained rusty orange from years of opium and paan. He shook our hands warmly, shouting at his wife for tea before taking his own place by the fire.

This was our first encounter with Nyakto, our homestay host, and one of the most curious people we’ve met in our travels thus far.


Nyakto in headhunter warrior dress and headdress

Getting all spiffed up in traditional warrior attire


Introducing Nyakto

Labeling Nyakto a junkie seems unjust… but it wouldn’t be inaccurate.

Every morning at 6 AM sharp, we found Nyakto sitting beside the fire pit, puffing away at his bamboo bong while cooking his next batch of opium. He smoked away throughout the day, and was often the last person to sleep each night. We could tell he was off to bed when his pink portable speakers stopped blasting tinny tunes, and his infectious giggling quieted down.

Nyakto cleaning a wood paneled rifle

Casually cleaning out the ol’ single barrel

Nyakto rarely left his seat by the fire, except for the occasional household chore (ex. shouting at the pet pig), or to “go to Burma”, the code phrase for the one-hour walk to buy more opium from the country next door.

He was an addict defined, but curiously enough, he took a strong stance against other drugs. Smoking opiates all day was no problem, but he steered well clear of weed. When asked if he ever smoked marijuana, his eyes widened and his brow furrowed.

“Oh no, ganja is very bad. I smoke ganja, and my mind is cloudy and I go to sleep. No, ganja is dangerous.” He finalized his declaration with a puff of opium smoke, and returned to cooking his next hit.

Spoon of opium cooking on a fire

Despite the constant opioid haze, Nyakto was a perfectly chipper person. Though he never hunted any heads himself—that was his father’s field of expertise—he delighted in explaining Longwa culture and history, particularly if it involved dressing up in headhunter attire, waving a spear around, and shouting about all the people he (didn’t) kill.

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Aside from periodic warrior reenactments, he occasionally showed off designs for woodcarvings he’d been commissioned to make… though we only witnessed one hazy attempt to do so in the five days we were in his house. You can’t rush art, right?

It soon became clear, however, that Nyakto’s favorite pastime (aside from smoking) was singing about Jesus.


Pink portable speakers by the fireside

Mixing it up on the pink portable speakers

Jesus jams

A Christian music playlist, blasted through his pink portable speakers, served as the soundtrack to our village homestay. Ballads for Jesus blasted through the evenings. Lyrics about washing in the blood of the lamb cemented themselves in our ears and minds. Nyakto’s daughters had dance routines for several of the songs, performed with gusto as they softly sang their own interpretations of the English songs. Our only respite from the holy playlist was an out of place hip-hop song about drug money, which Nyakto usually skipped over with a tch! and a look of disdain.

Nyakto knew all the words to all of the songs, and was all too happy to show off his musical prowess. One more wholesome afternoon, he pulled out a church hymnbook translated into Nagamese, crowing blissfully as opium pipes bubbled in the background.

Homestay host and a Christian church hymn book

Drugs and Jesus seemed like an odd combination to find outside of a rehab clinic… until we learned that more than 90% of Nagaland’s rural population is Christian. And not the casual, only-celebrates-Christmas kind of Christian.

Naga youth blast Christian rock from their speakers. The most prominent buildings in Kohima, Nagaland’s capital, are all churches and cathedrals. Almost all schools are Christian schools. Men have flaming crosses tattooed on their biceps. Shops close and entire villages head off to church on Sundays. There’s more Christian fervor on the streets of Nagaland than there is in the Vatican.


Interior of Longwa church during Sunday service

The place to be come Sunday morning

People leaving church on Sunday morning

Be there or be square

As for the drugs, that’s an ailment specific to the Naga tribes living along the Burmese border. Opium, produced in Burma (Myanmar), flows relatively freely across the border, and has become a popular killer of time for the men of Longwa and the surrounding villages. Opium use was common more than a century ago, but then died out for a period of time. Addiction levels are back on the rise, however, thanks to Burma increasing its drug exports and the virtually nonexistent border between India and Burma in the region.

Arm length of opium from Burma (Myanmar)

The men of Longwa use arm lengths as a metric for opium

Prepared opium for smoking and some unprepared opium strips

Prepped and ready for smoking

The church is obviously against the use of drugs, but it takes a strong person to resist addictive—and plentiful—opiates in a village with little else in the form of entertainment. The men we spoke to were more concerned with women harassing them about smoking than their habit upsetting the Lord above.


Headhunter jewelry meets Christianity

Headhunter bling meets Christianity

From hunting heads to praying before bed

Given the lack of things to do Longwa other than smoke opium and ponder life—especially during monsoon rains—we whiled away many an hour discussing the bizarre intersection of Christianity and headhunter culture in Longwa and Nagaland. For real, though… how the heck did a bunch of tribal headhunting warrior people transform into devout churchgoers (with a drug addiction)?

Asking Nyakto never revealed much of anything, and the same held when Nyakto’s father, Yaowang, ex-headhunter extraordinaire, was questioned. Both gave the same answer: Nagas are now Christian because Jesus is their savior, and Christians don’t hunt heads. Or kill anyone in general, for that matter.


We had to dig deeper, and eventually found some answers buried in a dry tome in Kohima about the history of Christianity in Nagaland:

Before the Naga people joined the Christian flock, they worshipped the sun and the moon, and collecting heads was a source of pride. Tribal disputes would be settled by sending the village’s best warriors to fight each other. The winning warrior settled the dispute—and got to take the loser’s head as a prize.

Local men in headhunter warrior gear

Warriors, attention!

But the culture began to wane in the late 1800s, as American missionaries penetrated the Naga hills. The missionaries, protected by British forces, set up schools and medical facilities throughout the region. Naga people passing through towns to trade saw what the missionaries were doing and how they were living. The Nagas were no fools—they realized education was key to success and wealth, and if their education had a Christian flavor to it, such was the price they had to pay.

One century and a lot of Lord later, there are schools all throughout the state, many people have a good command of English, and everyone is Christian as can be. Mission accomplished?


Church exterior in Longwa

The local Longwa church

Keep your heads down

It’s a classic tale of missionary work, and, like many of its kind, it’s bittersweet.

Back in the day, headhunters proudly displayed heads they’d collected, believing the skulls to have useful magic properties. But, since Jesus came to town, the practice has vanished. Headhunters were strongly encouraged to bury their heads, and some of their culture was buried with them.

We joined a fellow tourist one afternoon as he enquired about seeing the hiding place of one headhunter’s collection. The tourist emerged from the man’s house, across the lane from the local church, shaking his head. The headhunter was afraid to show us the burial spot, for fear that the church would find out… and shame him.


Longwa lost in the clouds

Longwa lost in the clouds

An end to bloodshed

To be fair, not all of the Christian influence has been negative.

Religious or secular, no one can argue against the benefits of education, and the positive points don’t end there. The gradual conversion to Christianity brought peace to an otherwise turbulent region. Before the missionaries came, there was a long history of violence and animosity between the different tribes of Nagaland, Longwa included.

“Before Christianity, no one visits other villages, and visitors can not come to us,” Nyakto told us one afternoon while stoking the fire. A friend of his from Longchan village had just stopped by to sit and have a smoke.

“If they visit, they are killed. But now, we are Christian. Christians love their neighbors, and now there is peace in the villages. We can visit each other, there is no more fighting.”

Nyakto translated for his friend, and the visitor nodded solemnly in agreement, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Nyakto by the fire

Perpetually prepping

As time progresses and generations age, Nagaland’s tribal culture and history is fading out, and Christianity is moving in. A ceasefire between tribes can only be good, but is peace worth the change culture? Perhaps.

But it doesn’t matter what you or I think—it’s up to the Naga people.

Where to stay in Longwa village, Nagaland

If you’re interested in immersing yourself in the oddity of Longwa, Nyakto’s homestay is open to visitors.

The accommodation is extremely basic—just a bamboo hut with a wooden board bed and a dirt floor. He charges 800 Rs per double “room”, including breakfast, a snack, and dinner for everyone. It’s expensive, and it’s partially funding his drug habit, but that’s an issue you’ll encounter anywhere in the village. Never fear, he does spend money on his family, too.

You can either try calling him at +918131903195, or have the infamous Aunty from Mon call ahead to arrange things. Aunty runs all the guesthouses in Mon and has her own homestay (Google Maps link) so you won’t have trouble finding her/someone handy to help you out.

Tours to tribal villages in Nagaland

If you don’t feel like going through the hassle of organizing everything yourself, we recommend Greener Pastures. They’re a tour company based in Northeast India with lots of experience traveling through the region, and they offer tours of tribal villages all throughout Nagaland.



Longwa Village in Nagaland, India, is famous for its headhunters, but there are far more curious bits of culture to be found. Read on for a bizarre tale of headhunters, drug use, and Christianity in the small village on the India-Burma border.


Still curious about Nagaland? Feast your eyes on these photos of Dzukou Valley, Nagaland.

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29 thoughts on “Junk and Jesus in Longwa, Nagaland

    Odyuo says:

    As a Naga I’m glad i found this blog…as for the Christian rock and drug thing going on with Naga youth,i would argue that you’re wrong…maybe you presumed it but no its nothing like that

    Hemanth says:


    What a little treasure trove of a blog this is! A hidden gem waiting to be discovered by all travel and photography bugs. Now, I am addicted to reading your blog pages and am finding it difficult to concentrate on work! Beautiful writing, fantastic photographs! All the very best! If you are back in India in the future, would love to meet you in person!



    Sumi says:

    I am a Naga and I loved reading your article. Its well written with some humour and sarcasm in some sections. Thank you for finding, exploring and writing about us.

    Fope shope says:

    Wickr: roygrass420
    Go green

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