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Jan 24 15 tweets 4 min read
Growing up in a spiritual home, does not mean you're spiritual or you posses the gift, but it becomes part of your life because you have to obey the rules of the house #StoryTime

If your parents are Pastors umzekelo, kuyathandazwa kwelokhaya, kufundwa bible etc..
So mna ke..
.... when I was born my dad was already iGqirha (a healer) - now and again there would be a Healers Bash (Intlombe), where the healers and their initiates would come to our house sing and dance to the drums the entire night or weekend yonke....
Whenever there is intlombe, neighbours and most people from our village would come without being invited and they would join this event. It was a free for all omdala nomncinci and I noticed how random people would just change while singing and clapping, some would.....
...join and dance (baxhentse) and change in such a way that they start to speak in different voices, abanye babhodle into engapheliyo (what you guys refer as ukuvukwa lidlozi) and then you would hear a very deep voice from a woman saying stuff, abnye bathethe isiZulu niyandiva?
I am saying random people not the healers or the initiates but just people from the community - as they are clapping and singing you would see them transforming into a state where they just join and start dancing like the healers and you could see they are in another world.
One thing about healers ziyahamba, so at times we would be left alone at home as kids and my sisters friends would come and sleep over and boy we would start singing, playing drums and dancing doing our own intlombe. We would mimick what our parents are doing from A-Z. People..
... would come and get disappointed to find us sizidlalela intlombe. We could do this very well to a point that if we were to be wear the clothes and beads siqabe imbola one would believe that we are indeed traditional healers or initiates. So the routine yamagqirha, their ways
... became a huge part of our life. If they wake upbat 3-4am in the morning and start singing, we all wake up, when they have to talk about their dreams everyone had to share what s/he dreamt of. Certain herbs that they had to drink, we too had herbs we had to take, if bayavasa
.. nathi siyavasa, if bayaqaphula nathi siyaqaphula... basically we did most of what they were doing. We had to take off our shoes when entering the house, we had to say camagu/chosi. Then, there was a healing part where sick people would come for help - I am talking mentally..
... disturbed, abaxhuzulayo and all sorts of sicknesses. Their families would leave them and we had to stay with these people and sometimes monitor them without our parents - making sure that they take their medication, they bath etc.Some of them were dangerous but sasihlala nabo
We stayed with initiates, witnessed their journey and experienced their graduations, saw them becoming great healers and having their own initiates. Most of them were professionals - nurses/teachers etc. We knew most of amayeza that were used to do basic things, sometimes we...
...would assist in preparing medication for the patients, grating, ukukhanda and labeling them, so we grew to learn and understand that a certain iyeza is used to bath for cleansing, if you have a headache you can sniff a certain powder (igwada) if you can't sleep etc...
We...
..used to listen to consultations, as kids we were naughty so we would sit outside closer to the consultation room just to listen to what really goes in there, but unfortunately the MFs would talk really fast the only thing you hear is "Vumani!! Siyavuma! 👏👏👏Vumani Siyavuma👏!
What I am trying to say is that I know a lot about this life yamaGqirha because ndiyiphilile, I got the basics and I can easily fool desperate people. Those abakhulele eCaweni can preach and pray ufunge uba babengamanqalathi kaYesu and they can easily fool desperate people.....
Not everyone who wears beads, ombathe amabhayi abomvu and dress like a healer is a healer.
Not everyone who wears a suit, hangs a Rosary has a couple of singers neNtente ekekeleyo with a loud keyboard and "fake prophecies" is a Prophet/Pastor.
Be very careful ngeSPIRITUALITY!

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