In Gitithia village, there was an unspoken truth that every villager knew: all illnesses and life complications had a cure. The elders, with their weathered faces and deep, knowing eyes, carried a wealth of knowledge about the healing power of herbs. They knew the exact leaves, roots, and barks to use for every ailment or issue. If these failed, the villagers turned to hospitals, their faith in modern medicine a testament to their adaptability and appreciation of outer village developments. And when neither the herbs nor the hospitals could bring relief, there was the sacrament of healing and the anointing oil offered by the village’s religious leaders. The sick or those with unknown issues were visited in their homes by those religious leaders.
But the wisdom of the old generation went beyond herbs, hospitals, and prayers. They understood that some illnesses and issues were rooted deeper, in places that medicine and scripture could not reach. For these, they had a tradition, one that had been passed down through the ages: gucoka na mucii, the going back to the family roots.
This journey wasn’t about physical travel but rather a spiritual and ancestral return. The elders believed that some illnesses and complications were tied to unresolved family matters, curses, migambo or forgotten promises made by ancestors. To cure these, one had to return to the beginning, to the stories and spirits of those who came before. They had to cleanse not just the body but the very essence of their lineage.
The old generation’s wisdom was profound, grounded in an understanding of the world that transcended the confines of Bible schools and medical training. Even the religious leaders and medics of that era knew when to step back, to acknowledge the limits of their knowledge, and to guide the afflicted back to their families, back to gucoka na mucii.
But as the years passed, a new generation took over. They were educated, ambitious, and deeply influenced by the religion that had taken root in the village. This new faith, powerful and pervasive, demonized the old ways. Gucoka na mucii was labeled as pagan, a relic of a superstitious past. The new generation embraced hospitals, herbs, and prayers but turned away from the ancient wisdom that had sustained their ancestors.
As a result, the power of gucoka na mucii faded, buried with the village elders who once knew its secrets. The current generation, armed with their modern beliefs, did not know that there was another way, a deeper cure that went beyond the physical. When herbs, hospitals, and religious orders failed to heal or solve complicated issues, they simply gave up, resigning themselves to fate. Leaving the sick or affected family member to die or suffer alone.
But the issues that did not hear herbs, medics, or prayers continued to sweep through the village, taking and affecting the innocent and the young. The people were left helpless, unaware that the answers they sought lay buried in their own history. The connection to their roots had been severed, and with it, the wisdom to cure what ailed them.
Yet, among the fading whispers of the old generation, there lingered a hope that one day, someone would remember. That they would dig into the earth of their ancestors, uncover the lost tradition of gucoka na mucii, and restore the balance that had been disrupted. For in Gitithia village, the solutions was never just in the herbs or the hospitals or the prayers. It was also in the journey back to the beginning, to the roots of who they were.
But the wisdom of the old generation went beyond herbs, hospitals, and prayers. They understood that some illnesses and issues were rooted deeper, in places that medicine and scripture could not reach. For these, they had a tradition, one that had been passed down through the ages: gucoka na mucii, the going back to the family roots.
This journey wasn’t about physical travel but rather a spiritual and ancestral return. The elders believed that some illnesses and complications were tied to unresolved family matters, curses, migambo or forgotten promises made by ancestors. To cure these, one had to return to the beginning, to the stories and spirits of those who came before. They had to cleanse not just the body but the very essence of their lineage.
The old generation’s wisdom was profound, grounded in an understanding of the world that transcended the confines of Bible schools and medical training. Even the religious leaders and medics of that era knew when to step back, to acknowledge the limits of their knowledge, and to guide the afflicted back to their families, back to gucoka na mucii.
But as the years passed, a new generation took over. They were educated, ambitious, and deeply influenced by the religion that had taken root in the village. This new faith, powerful and pervasive, demonized the old ways. Gucoka na mucii was labeled as pagan, a relic of a superstitious past. The new generation embraced hospitals, herbs, and prayers but turned away from the ancient wisdom that had sustained their ancestors.
As a result, the power of gucoka na mucii faded, buried with the village elders who once knew its secrets. The current generation, armed with their modern beliefs, did not know that there was another way, a deeper cure that went beyond the physical. When herbs, hospitals, and religious orders failed to heal or solve complicated issues, they simply gave up, resigning themselves to fate. Leaving the sick or affected family member to die or suffer alone.
But the issues that did not hear herbs, medics, or prayers continued to sweep through the village, taking and affecting the innocent and the young. The people were left helpless, unaware that the answers they sought lay buried in their own history. The connection to their roots had been severed, and with it, the wisdom to cure what ailed them.
Yet, among the fading whispers of the old generation, there lingered a hope that one day, someone would remember. That they would dig into the earth of their ancestors, uncover the lost tradition of gucoka na mucii, and restore the balance that had been disrupted. For in Gitithia village, the solutions was never just in the herbs or the hospitals or the prayers. It was also in the journey back to the beginning, to the roots of who they were.
