As abangoma we relate to sound, chantings and rhymes to the beating of the drum. Our stories are sad, painful but with everything bad there's good, some are blissful. For those of us who endured pain. The pain of getting sick and having unspeakable illness that no medical doctor could cure, but with strong belief we knew that no matter what it took to get through this new journey which was seen as taboo by many, we would come out as better individuals, also healed. We didn't just heal ourselves but the bloodlines that bind us, the constant sufferings that agonized our families, generational spells and cursed laid centuries before, to heal those who coexist with us categorized as family. Those who came before us and those who will continue after we are gone, family.
