The Homestead That Refused to Breathe
After Musa’s father died, everything fell apart. The farm dried up, cows became sick, and hunger entered their home. Neighbors whispered, “That family carries misfortune.”
Musa tried everything loans, prayers, hospital visits for his constant headaches but nothing changed. Darkness followed him like a shadow.
One night, an elderly aunt arrived and spoke firmly:
“You must see the traditional doctor in Ikolomani forest.”
The healer was an old woman, her face marked with wisdom. She listened carefully, then struck the ground with her staff.
“Your home is carrying unresolved grief,” she said. “Not magic… pain.”
She gave Musa cleansing herbs and instructed him to gather his family and speak openly about their sorrow.
That night, under the stars, Musa wept for the first time since the burial.
The next week, rain returned. The cows improved. His headaches eased.
It was not only herbs that healed him it was reconciliation, release, and the return of hope.
