I didn’t that I don’t know anything about plants until I saw this picture! The few plants I know, I know them in my mother tongue but compounded by the fact that I spend a lot of time speaking in English that means my kids won’t know even those few plants I know in my mother tongue as well.
(Lomunye utobuta kutsi uligedla yini uze ufune kwati ngetihlahla nemitsi)
And/but that’s how a language dies and that’s how a nation dies.
Hash tag, there are only about 3 million Swati speakers in the world of over 7 Billion people!
When I was working in Uganda as a guest of the AIDS Commissioner, many years ago, I was privileged to meet Dr Sekagye Yaya, who had organized many local sangomas into a commercial cooperative in order to market their herbal healing and health products more effectively. They met regularly at a large property that he had donated to this effort and where each of them had garden plots for developing and sharing species of healing and magical plants. I loved the way they worked together and especially the happiness and spiritual refinement that was produced, there.
The Doc had organized a similar cooperative in Cameroon. He told me that he knows Credo Muttwa, who had asked him in Kenya, at a conference, to rescue him from his economic imprisonment in South Africa.
I’m adding Credo Muttwa’s biography to the links page of our inernational blogsite, ethericwarriors.com and I’m hoping that our courageous and beleaguered East African colleagues, who post their field reports and observations on that blogsite, will feel empowered by this priceless and unique narrative.
I often share the fact with my mostly-European readers that Egypt’s culture was clearly attributed, by them in hieroglyphics, to have originated in Somalia and Nubia. The ancient Nubian pyramids that exist at the confluence of the White and Blue Niles are finer examples of that technology than the ones at Giza.
When I was in South Africa, my friend, Georg Ritschl of orgonise-africa.com, showed me a metal device that Credo Muttwa had given him some years before. It’s a device of ancient origin; a larger version of what Slim Spurling said that he received the design for from benevolent offworlders and called a Harmonizer. Georg wasn’t able to comprehend Credo’s explanation but the African version is used quite differently from Slim’s.
I urged a mutual friend of Georg Ritschl’s, Tino Phutego of Botswana, to visit Credo Muttwa, which he did a couple of times, also brought his childhood friend, King Kgafela, for which Credo Muttwa was deeply grateful. It made me very happy to indirectly cause Credo Muttwa to feel this way. My wife, Carol, and I later met Tino in Florida, where he had brought some other government pilots from Botswana for advanced flight training at the Tampa airport.