When my ancestors called me, I was driving a German car!

It has been a while since I had the inspiration to put any of my thoughts down. My blog has suffered a huge blow as a result. Blogging had become such an enjoyable activity for me I would look forward to hearing what my friends had to say about my posts. Yes, I have mostly friends who are either technologicaly challenged or technolologicaly lazy....instead of being a follower and comment on the blog itself, they will rather call you. But that's not where we are today: I want to tell you why I suddenly vanished and stayed away from blogging and social networks!

My last posts relate how I felt I had to leave Jozi and come to Alice.

At the beginning of it all, it was exciting and quite surreal to explain to everyone that cared to listen my sudden change of town of choice. I could see my friends and family trying to grasp my theory of how my life was changing for the better. Afterall, I was the girl that had had it all; but suddenly I had nothing.

I had had the house in Joburg, with the correct address nogal! No, from the beginning, I never experimented with any of Jozi's buzzy townships as residence. My first address was No. 6 Rhone Crescent, Fairfield. Baaabbby....this is one of the flashiest suburbs in the leafy North of Jozi! From there North Riding and Olivedale followed. I was not stepping down the ladder, but rather up, as I moved around the northern Suburbs!

At one point, I was the only African in a cul de sac crescent. I owned a dog, a labrador and his name was Smirnoff. Yes, dear...I was the type that walks their dog in the afternoon! I was the envy of some of my White dog owners....damnnnn....Smirnoff was a beauty! Included in my monthly budget was the cost of paying the mobile dog grooming parlour. You don't believe me, I know, but Smirnoff had regular manicures and pedicures...Lol!

Let's get to the part of the story you want to hear! When my ancestors called me to answer the calling to become igqirha, I was driving a German car! The point is, I had to loose it all to realise I had the calling!

This is what happened....

1. Debt pile up
After my divorce in 2009, I rejoiced, expecting for my livelihood to change for the better as I had gotten rid of the 'bad'man. Little did I know that, it was only the beginning of bad luck after tough luck! Bills started piling up as I had to start paying debt that hubby dearest left behind for me to take care of. He had been unemployed and had no intention to get any employment, so I hurried with the divorce, even agreeing to take on his debt. Pheeuuww....it was an uphill battle!

2. House sold
To sort out the debt that was piling up, I sold the house that I loved so much! You see, I am a problem solver by nature. The best way for me to come out of a bad situation is to 'make a decision'. So I made a decision! Rather than risking my children's comfortable private education lifestyle, a house downgrade was necessary! So I sold the house and moved to a 3 bedroom cluster house in Olivedale.

3. Car issues
 As soon as we moved into the cluster, the German car I've been pestering you about started giving problems! I was either getting bumped or the turbo would stop functioning, but it had become a nightmare to own this car. My poor brother, Xolile, shame...would drive from Sebokeng (West), to bring me a car. We started on a high note! The frist car he gave me was a Toyota Condor. I bumped a White woman's old 16v corolla driving the Condor. He did not give up. Next, he brought me a BMW 318i (G-String). This car was nice, until I started experiencing many technical problems with it. He took it back and brought me an old BMW (Dolphin type). This too was okay, until one day the petrol tank was dripping petrol so bad that I could have burnt in the car. He then brought a Toyota Tazz. This one I messed it up myself. I was texting while driving and hit a neighbour's interkom post (I ran like a thug...they never got to know it was me...LOL). In the end, I was even taking taxies to work! Once we sat down and made a note that in one year alone, I had had more than 10 accidents! This whole experience left me with so much technical knowledge about cars, even my male friends call me for technical advice. I can tell you when it's the gaskette or it's top that is problematic. I can tell you when your radiator is finished. I can tell you when your car is mixing oil and water. Don't get me started, ços I can change my own tyre! I can fix a car's timing....LMAO!

4. Problems at work
Then the employer was now starting to become a problem! I had climbed up the corporate ladder. My salary afforded me my Nortthern Jozi cocktails life. But the cookie started crumbling. The company I worked for, that paid so well, suddenly was skipping months when it came to paying salaries. At one stage we had not been paid for 3 months. The monster was slowly creeping out of the hellhole.  The problem solver in felt pressured to make a decision....it was time to leave Johannesburg and go back home. I thought and justified, "It's better to make a decision freely than be pushed to make it". It took me just one evening to decide. The following morning my letter of resignation was ready. I made calls to book a storage for my belongings. Then I called my mother. She was devastated.

5. The first ancestral message
Ten years earlier, I had bought a house in King William's Town. My Aunt lives in that house. A month after I arrived home, we heard that the house had been visited by an alligator (uXamu). The Xhosa people believe that uXamu is a messenger from the Head-Office (KoMkhulu). It is believed that every clan, is related to a clan of River people. The River people are a superior race than the bantu, and as such, they have telepathic powers beyond imagination. So when uXamu visits a homestead, he must be treated with dignity. Who ever comes across this messenger must call elders to witness, the elders must talk to the messenger and say, ''We have seen you. Tell your superiors that we will go to the wise men (gqirha/sangoma) to get the message that they are sending.'' The messenger will duly leave, without any havoc.

However, my poor Aunt is definitely not in touch with Xhosa tradition and culture. Instead, she called the SPCA. The White men came and fetched the alligator, covered him with blankets and left.

No one went to consult with any gqirha/wisemen. A few months later, my White BMW over-turned near Hogsback, carrying 6 passengers. No one died. No injuries either!

6. The Dreams
I have always been known to dream (dreams that culminate into live events) by my family. However, suddenly my dreams were very specific and regular. Explaining the dreams will need a separate posting altogether. The dreams were however very easy to interprete. It was very clear, my ancestors wanted me to accept the calling and become igqirha. You are born with the gift, not into it. In your mother's womb, already you have been chosen. It is not a choice you make. Your ancestors give you time to mature before they force you to accept the calling.

7. The consultations
The first woman we consulted with had these first words to say, "You want me to consult for another igqira?" Woman, you are a gqirha yourself, you know exactly what is wrong with you!" She related how we had a messenger (uXamu) at my house specifically (not family home). She related how my grandfather was a traditional healer but refused to become igqirha (this we knew to be true). She asked me about my specific dreams (she could not have known, they were only in my head). She asked me if I thought it was normal for anyone to just leave their jobs and go home without being fired (she didn't know this, we did not tell her). She told us about the many car accidents, even mentioning the one that had had happened a week earlier. She said all the suffering, financial and otherwise was for me to take a pause and listen to the calling! Somehow, I knew she was right. I still wanted a second opinion there. Of course, the message was the same!

I'm tired now....depending on when next I get inspired to share my story...I will tell you more about the journey I have chosen to embrace with my whole being!

So yes, even amagqirha do drive Germsan cars...LMAO