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Moving from Kimberley to Cape Town for school was a bitter sweet moment for my family and I. I had no expectations but many hopes for my future that side. Anthropology was the start of my new chapter and I was going to graduate with honors. Little did I know. The city of Cape Town was filled with vibrancy and color, all the good you can imagine. The population grew rapidly due to the thousand tourist attractions and overall beautiful scenery of the deep blue seas and gigantic chocolate mountains covered in fluffy clouds. Cape Town was a dream come true. I was off to a great start. I did all that was expected of a varsity student, attended all my lectures, tutorials and even dabbled in sport to balance my life out. My friendship circle was a mix of tribes, I belong to the Tswana tribe but I found myself making relations with people from the Xhosa tribe. I guess it did not help that it was the dominant tribe in Cape Town aside from the mixed raced folks we call coloreds. It only took one night of pleasure and letting my hair down to cause the revolution in me. I had visited a friend who was hosting a small gathering at her place. The usual happened, everyone had a glass in their hand to celebrate the eve of her birthday before she flew back home to spend the day of her birthday with her family in Johannesburg. I was enjoying myself until the shift began. A sheet of rolling paper housing crushed leaves of cannabis (Weed) was being passed around by my newly found friends. I of course indulged in the practice because A: I did not want to seem less cool and B: I wanted to experiment. I was definitely taking a leap into the unknown. Minutes later the atmosphere was filled with laughter and meaningless conversations. It was a mutual experience for everybody but me. I had suddenly started to shake uncontrollably, not knowing what was going on I called out to my friend for help but she was too consumed by the high to even realize that her friend was dying. As if shaking was not enough, something started to talk. The words were coming from my mouth but it was not me. This was enough to stop everyone from doing whatever they were doing and instead to focus their attention on me. The rest of the night was a blur and the only thing I remember was waking up in my room the next morning. It turns out the talking thing that used my body to convey the message spoke about what was going on in everybody's life and what was going to happen to them in the future. I did not believe what I was being told, so I did the unthinkable. I dived deeper into the unknown by consulting with a traditional healer in one of the famous townships in Cape Town called Gugulethu. A place surrounded by African people deeply in contact with their cultural roots and religion. It is a busy township of people who strive better for the future and survival of them and their families. I got to the back room shrine of the lady I was referred to (Lets call her Gogo Naledi). She requested for me to take my shoes off before I enter and sit on the leopard skin she had put on her floor inside the room. She went about what I assume she normally does and started to talk to me. 'You are one of us, you are a seer and there is no running away from it.' A week later I was home telling my mother about my encounters in the Mother City (Cape Town). I am beyond grateful t have embarked on the beautiful awakening journey far away from home. Taking a leap into the unknown was not so bad after all because it led to me finding and understanding the true spiritual me.