20/09/2025
I will never, EVER, enter any space as a counterfeit.
I will never mute my identity as ngaka ya setso, a healer initiated into this work not by career choice, but by calling. I have carried this responsibility for 14 years, since adolescence, long before I even understood what it meant to be “professional.”
I did not apply for this.
I was not interviewed for this.
I was not shortlisted for this.
I was not given three neat “options” to choose from, the way one applies to study law, medicine, or engineering.
Bongaka ba setso bonkgethile. Sacred.
I was chosen as a child (ke le ngwana sekolo, ke le ngwana e monyane).
This is not a career I entered. This is a calling that entered me.
And so I refuse to dilute myself to keep a seat at anyone else’s table. I don’t care if you want to keep your seat, I know my table. My table is at Indigenous Health Knowledge Systems (IHKS), where African Traditional Medicine is not a curiosity, not folklore, not a metaphor, but a rigorous science of life.
Yes, I want to sit across from you: in policy rooms, in health councils, in academic conferences. But I will not sit across as a counterfeit version of myself. I will sit across as I am: a black, coloured, q***r, youthful autodidact, a healer whose authority comes not from colonial validation but from ancestral initiation and 14 years of lived practice.
When I speak of ukwelapha kwesintu, when I practice bongaka ba setso, I am not performing tradition. I am activating science. A science that carries its own paradigms, ontology, epistemology, axiology, and methodologies. A science that heals individuals, families, and communities; not only biologically, but psychosocially and spiritually.
I am not here to beg for recognition.
I am here to demand respect for a discipline that predates the very systems that now try to marginalize it.
And if that disrupts your table, mfethu, so be it.
Because my table is already set, and it is overflowing with truth, purpose, and healing.
Thokoza!🪶