Inside the hut of my Sangoma maid Inside the hut of my Sangoma maid like a rainbow fallen on the pebble ground, assortment of dried herbs antiquity laid its foot on far fight of the hut her loincloth rest on the reed mat an ancient aroma fervently captured the hut healing is on the air as it invokes the spirit of the dead on the far left of the reed mat rest bag mad of cow skin inside the bag, there are bones might be of the dead wild animal she call the names during consultation when the ancestor talk the language Unknown to the man her colourful beads lay innocently from the top of a small wooden chair she only wears them day when a visitor of fainted illness consult she once said, the power from the beads can make the kingdom or break it it is the ancient power my great parents used she always talks in riddles once she sniff another brownish roots at the far end of the hut
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 09:35:16 +0000
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