Scribbles

Lately I have been neglecting my blog. This is entirely due to no fault of mine whatsoever. Nevertheless, I have reasons why and they are good ones. First, I have been spending time looking for traditional healers. You would think that they would be easy to find, au contraire. The first one I went to refused to see me because I was wearing a sleeveless dress with neon colours splashed across it. The explanation I got had something to do with the ancestors not being too pleased with my tempting of their medium by flaunting my skin. The Headlines would have clearly read: The Bone Thrower  Saw Thigh and Got a Boner Man sees red after seeing flesh uncovered The second n’anga I went to was a skinny light woman, who did not have te decency to at least dress up in her full regalia but instead carried on with her dusting and polishing whilst N and I began our consultation, N: You have heard of those people going around the country eating peoples intestines? ...