The Ikelan (éklan / Ikelan in Tamasheq, Bouzou in Hausa, Bella in Songhai) are a caste within the Tuareg people who were at one time slaves or servile communities. While speaking the same language and sharing most of the same culture with broader Tuareg culture, the Ikelan often live in communities separated from other castes and elasticities, and have distinct cultural traits.
Their situation is somewhat analogous to the Haratin within Maure society in the western Sudan. Like the Haratin, the name "Ikelan", and to a much greater degree Bouzou and Bella, are exonyms (a name not used by that people themselves) with negative connotations. In parts of West Africa an unknown number of Ikelan caste individuals continue to live in slavery or slavery like relationships with other Tuareg individuals. Ikelan individuals and communities are found through much of Niger, Mali, southern Algeria and Libya, and parts of northern Burkina Faso and Nigeria.
The Tuareg people have in the past had a highly socially stratified society, with specific social roles (warriors, religious leaders) or professions (blacksmiths, farmers, merchants) assigned to specific castes. The tiny aristocratic caste of warrior elite which once sat atop a pyramid of Tuareg society was decimated during the wars of the colonial period, and this, along with economic necessity, post-colonial border restrictions, and modern education, have broken down many traditional caste barriers. Tuareg higher caste traditions value a nomadic life, warfare, study, animal husbandry, and trade. Consequently, Higher caste communities travel, at least seasonally, if able. Lower caste groups, not limited to the Ikelan are more likely to live in settled communities, either in Sahara oasis towns or in villages scattered among other ethnic groups in the sahel region to the south.
Som en gammal isbelupen drake ligger Jökeln tung
Och vitgrönraggig nedför branten mellan tvenne toppar
Stjärten lindad runtom högsta
Spetsen, buken spänd och stinn
I fjällets kittel, ryggen krönt av mittmoränens ås,
Svart och knöglig
Ner mot daln han sträcker långsmal nos med rynkigt
Skinn till läppar, vita tänder grina där imellan,
Genom Jökelportens svarta hål rinner ur hans
Gap en lerig ström
Taggig kam på hjässan, mörka grumligt gröngrå ögen -
Stelt han stirrar över dalen ner,
Trycker nosen vädrar mot
Marken mellan tassarna vars mörka klor
Skymta fram ur våt smutsgrå ragg
Småväxt ättling av sin jättestamfar, istidsdraken,
Fader Jökul själv - han som sträckte stjärten upp
Mot polen ramarna mot blockberg och ural,
Han som över fjäll och slätter vräkte sig,
Krälande och vältrande
Han som fyllde hav och sjöar,
Rev med klorna rispor I de hårda hällar
Gnagde klipporna och pressade
Bergen samman med sin tyngd
Ham som skövlade och lade öde sagoskogar,
Gröna paradis, blåste med iskall andedräkt bort