Move! reader says all she wanted to be was a journalist or interpreter but life had other plans for her
ICOME from a family of six and as a child, I was very different from my siblings. I always stood up for myself and my family. One day, I confronted our neighbour and told her to stop killing my relatives. People in my family were dying. I could not understand why and I suspected the old woman of practising witchcraft. I don’t know where I found such bravery, but I later got a beating from my family for doing that because I didn't have any proof. I was forced to go and ask for forgiveness.
I was intelligent at school but also a troubled child. My mom was the person I fought with the most. I passed matric with flying colours and applied to study sign language and interpretation at varsity. I somehow missed an interview and my space was given to someone else.
I was disappointed but I didn’t want to waste time, so I enrolled to study at a private college instead. I was so sick during the first semester of college that I was even admitted to hospital. When I came out of hospital after a couple of weeks, I lost interest in school because I had missed so many classes. That’s when I started being wild and partying hard. I even changed my phone number and stopped going home.
In all the madness, I broke up with my boyfriend. I felt like something had died in me because I loved him so much. In December 2014, I decided to go back home because I was so sick that I had even started hearing voices. I was slowly losing my mind. In 2015, I lost my voice for a week and I couldn’t talk. I was 23 and so many strange things were happening to me.
One day, I passed out and woke up in my Gobela’s home where initiates are trained. It was hard for me to accept when I was told that I had a calling to bea sangoma. I have now accepted that I have to walk this path. I am just grateful that even though I’m not doing what I initially wanted to do – to be a journalist or interpreter – I am at peace now. * Not her real name