La sangoma (healer) and a concoction called "African beer"
We entered a small room in a house in the poorest area of the township of Kayelitsa. A woman prepares a drink, called "African beer". Use your hands often to remove a red liquid made with some herbs. In a small adjoining room awaits the sangoma and two of his apprentices. We sat; a separate live chickens that flutter through the cockpit and the case before us an unexpected ritual.
The sangomas are a kind of ancient healers. A culture based on herbs, beliefs in the afterlife and their symbols. South Africa is estimated that more than 200.000. They are respected people and that goes for help physical or spiritual advice. Each trainee sangoma prepares other (generally women, Although our room is a young apprentice); teaches the culture inherited from their ancestors. For us this is an incomprehensible spectacle. The five people who entered the small, very small room, We froze when it starts an hour of music and dance.
First start to sing it looks like the sorcerer. Thick, big eyes and hands to break watermelons, is started to clap and sing. Immediately followed by two women, also higher, that have entered the room (I explained in the previous post the South African law that allows three people with room for fifteen enter; here is also applicable). Soon their voices resound; clap; smile; sudan; move your feet, ... A kind of trance passenger; a ritual of voice and body movement becomes our eyes and sound. Arrives at the scene sobrecogerte. What to do when a group of tourists has been tested for more than two minutes, followed, that is before a show that represents the perfection that is in a corner of the world? The logical: half a million photographs. It is true that Carl and I are dedicated to photography and make money with it; Michelle is true that, a Brazilian, has a blog focused on journalism; but it is also true that, when we went, I understood that we had shown that we give a fuck anything that was not a brilliant photo. Evil is a passion for cameras, you stop looking with your eyes to look through a lens. Sometimes it is better to forget the experience with skin.
is also true that, when we went, I understood that we had shown that we give a fuck anything that was not a brilliant photo
More than fifty minutes after, exudes warmth, the chickens are up to crush them and say "sorry" and look at us ladies face why do not you are going to take them more photos to your mothers? Irony aside, the experience is unforgettable. For nearly an hour all that has happened in the eight square meters of sand, cardboard and wood is one of the strangest experiences of my life. Some girls end, as young apprentices, dancing and singing. Are small, precious and ankles are in rows of shells that sound to the rhythm of her hips.
End, the sangoma attempts to cure the sore knee Michelle, which had been damaged by morning. Turn on some herbs, he sings and massaged with force (dela face under an hour later Michelle, the result can be described as not very satisfactory and even troubling. In particular, was almost arratrándose). As, we tested the African beer without foam or olives. Smoke Knows, to ash (terrible. If you choose to give, ask vosostros massage, that at least puts incense ). We went outside. Dozens of children are watching us with awe and come to us. 're White in the middle of a uncommon for them. Back to reality. Returned home.
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ricardo
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I guess nobody explained that it was beer and not put lid, and, and.. A hug partner!
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Xavier
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It is best not told me anything. I'm looking at our trip. I'll tell you (We have thousands of choices)
A hug
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Ann
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What penilla can not write the comment that comes to my head.. It has nothing to do with beer…
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