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Zinzi, The Sangoma
in Zwelathemba, South Africa
Photograph taken by Valerie Halls, April
13, 2006.
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During my junior year of college, I
had the opportunity to study healthcare in India, China, and South Africa. The
experience taught me more than I can put into words, but one story has shaped
and continues to inform my perspective on medicine.
I met Zinzi on a hot afternoon. We
walked to her house through what appeared to be an empty township called
Zwelathema, 120 km northeast of Cape Town. It was not empty however. The
residents hid indoors out of reach from the unbearable sun.
The
sunlight followed us into Zinzi’s shack through uneven slits in the corrugated
iron walls. It cut through the dusty shadows and illuminated the strands of
thick white beads that hung around her neck. A faded floral curtain separated
the room in which we sat from a slightly larger space that served as her
bedroom and her kitchen. The smell reflected the piles of small trinkets,
animal hides, twigs, roots, fruits, empty cans, and strings of beads on the
walls and in corners.
Zinzi shifted her large body as she
scattered and arranged objects on the sheet that covered part of her dirt
floor. Her beads clinked as she moved and she grunted as she sat back on a
short stool and crossed her legs. She looked us over, 32 American students and
four professors, and began to tell her story through a translator about how she
became a Sangoma, a traditional
Southern African healer.
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Zinzi speaks to
IHP group, Miriam translates
Aleha Aziz, Belinda
Dobson, Derique, Emily Wheelis.
Photograph taken by
Valerie Halls, April 13, 2006.
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Zinzi was a
churchgoer. She fell ill with sores all over her body, and the sickness kept
her from going to church. Soon thereafter, her ancestors began to speak to her
in her dreams, telling her that her body will heal once she becomes a Sangoma.
At first, she did not listen to them. She did not want to believe that
they were real. One night, she fell
asleep in her bed and woke up by a bush far from her home; her ancestors had
brought her there. They told her to find a hare on the other side of the
mountain, to slaughter it, and to make it into an offering. She went to the other side of the mountain
and was not afraid because she knew that her ancestors would protect her. She
knew which hare to capture. She slaughtered it, and she made an offering.
In a short while, the
dreams returned and a few nights later she woke up in a shallow river. Once
again, she followed the orders of her ancestors and made an offering to them.
Then for a third time, her ancestors called on
her in her sleep, and she woke up in a cave. After performing the rituals that
they called upon, she knew that she had to accept her calling as a Sangoma lest the ancestors become angry.
She kept a bone and
the skin of the first hare that she slaughtered, and she uses them as
charms. She says that these items helped
her body to heal, and they help her to heal others.
Zinzi now heals
others. She does not charge money for
her service unless the ailment is healed.
If “the patient” does not get better, she either continues to work with
him or she sends him to the “white doctor.”
The medicines that she prescribes come in the form of potions, herbs,
recommended foods, and through the performance of healing rituals. The combination of specific healing methods
that she uses depends on the complaint of the individual and on his ancestral
background. In her rituals, Zinzi hears
her ancestors with the help of her African beer, and sees the signs that they
send in other ceremonial items. She quenches the thirst of her ancestors by
making offerings of homemade Brandy.
She performs a form
of fortune telling called bone throwing.
Her client takes a pile of her special collected charms in their hands,
blows on them, and drops them. She reads
the arrangement into which they fall as insight into the seeker’s past,
present, and future.
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The Voices of the
Ancestors
Zinzi
Photograph taken by
Daniel Seeman, April 13, 2006
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We sat and listened to Zinzi’s
story. We may have interpreted the voices of her ancestors’ as auditory
hallucinations, her night adventures as sleepwalking, and the disappearance of
her brandy as evaporation, but we understood the importance of her role in her
community. She listened to people’s ailments, she gave them faith amidst their
troubles, and she served as a liaison between her community and the “white
doctor,” who many of her patients would not trust or go see on their own.[1]
I cannot help but think that if she
were in another context, Zinzi would be considered mentally ill. Had she
disclosed the same story to a psychiatrist, he may have diagnosed her
constellation of symptoms as Schizophrenia. [2]
In 1956, Ethnologist and
Psychoanalyst George Devereux wrote about a case similar to that of Zinzi’s in
his article entitled "Normal and Abnormal: The Key Problem in Psychiatric Anthropology." He commented on how the behavior of a shaman
may appear dissociated and could be interpreted as a sign of
schizophrenia. He asked, “Was the shaman
normal or was he instead ‘really’ schizophrenic but merely labeled
differently?”[3] Devereux and another researcher, Julian
Silverman, assumed that the experience of a shaman is schizophrenia, but
expressed through different cultural symbols and interpreted as normal by the
shaman’s community. [4]
This interpretation did not sit
well with my understanding of Zinzi. One of the reasons for diagnosing a mental
illness is to treat it. What would be the purpose of diagnosing Zinzi as
mentally ill if she were functional in her community? If her “symptoms” bring
more purpose than suffering, do we call them a disease?
At a time when the cracks in mental
health care in the US are seeping into the public eye, Zinzi’s story reminds us
that the way we define and treat mental illness is entrenched in our own
history, and that to fix it may mean to take a step back and redefine it.
In a series of longitudinal
studies, the World Health Organization found a higher prevalence of
schizophrenia and negative symptoms such as social withdrawal and apathy in
urban areas of more developed societies.[5]
What could we learn from Zinzi’s culture that could help us better accommodate
people in our society with similar symptoms?
History reveals that definitions of
disease change over time. Cervical carcinoma in situ becomes high grade
dysplasia. Homosexuality ceases to be an illness. As science dives deeper into
understanding the biological mechanisms behind mental illness, we must not
forget to consider the role of the culture that surrounds it.
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Trinkets line the Floor
Photograph taken by Valerie Halls, April 13, 2006.
Photograph taken by Valerie Halls, April 13, 2006.
Adapted from senior thesis on global perspectives of mental illness, published in May 2007. This version was originally published in USF MCOM Wellness Bulletin, Vol. 4, No. 2, April 2013. http://health.usf.edu/NR/rdonlyres/B43E3CE8-EECC-4550-BC82-06785DBCE502/0/Bulletinv4n2_Web.pdf
Notes and References:
[1] Apartheid in South Africa fostered an environment of distrust between traditional healers and medical doctors. The conflict increased in intensity and publicity with the country’s growing epidemic of HIV/AIDS. Recently, activists and practitioners on both sides have aimed to bridge the gap of trust and understanding. One Sangoma was quoted in Nature magazine saying, “Both play vital roles in healing the majority of AIDS-afflicted South Africans…ARVs (antiretroviral) are the only medical intervention available to alleviate the physical effects of AIDS. The traditional healer, in addition to using herbs, also works on the spiritual level, which is an essential part of the African healing process that Western medicine does not address.” Zinzi shared this belief. Under her beads, she wore a white shirt with a red ribbon. She has attended conferences that address the divide between doctors and Sangomas, where she learned the signs to look for in a person with AIDS.
Notes and References:
[1] Apartheid in South Africa fostered an environment of distrust between traditional healers and medical doctors. The conflict increased in intensity and publicity with the country’s growing epidemic of HIV/AIDS. Recently, activists and practitioners on both sides have aimed to bridge the gap of trust and understanding. One Sangoma was quoted in Nature magazine saying, “Both play vital roles in healing the majority of AIDS-afflicted South Africans…ARVs (antiretroviral) are the only medical intervention available to alleviate the physical effects of AIDS. The traditional healer, in addition to using herbs, also works on the spiritual level, which is an essential part of the African healing process that Western medicine does not address.” Zinzi shared this belief. Under her beads, she wore a white shirt with a red ribbon. She has attended conferences that address the divide between doctors and Sangomas, where she learned the signs to look for in a person with AIDS.
[2]According to the DSM-IV-TR:
“Schizophrenia is a disorder that lasts for at least 6 months and includes at
least 1 month of active-phase symptoms (i.e., two [or more] of the following:
delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech, grossly disorganized or
catatonic behavior, negative symptoms).”
Allen Frances, M.D., chairperson. Diagnostic
and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Fourth Edition, Text Revision.
Washington, DC: American Psychiatric Association. (2000), p. 298.
[3] Horacio Fabrega, Jr.,
“Conceptions of Human Behavioral Breakdowns,” in in What is Schizophrenia?, ed. William F. Flack, Jr., Daniel R.
Miller, and Morton Wiener. (New York, NY: Springer-Verlag New York Inc., 1991),
128.
[4]
Julian Silverman, “Shamans and Acute
Schizophrenia.” American Anthropologist,
New Series, Vol. 69, No. 1. (Feb., 1967), pp. 21-31. (Accessed March 16th, 2007).
[5]
Hopper, Kim.
“Interrogating the Meaning of ‘Culture’ in the WHO International Studies of
Schizophrenia,” in Schizophrenia,
Culture, and Subjectivity: The Edge of Experience, ed Jenkins, Janice
Hunter, and Robert John Barrett. Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press,
2004.





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