Monday, May 28, 2012

Yes, I am an Herbalist!

One thing that I found interesting very early on my trip as I was going through immigration and customs in Nigeria.  When I handed the forms for entry, there was a section that asked about my occupation.  I put Herbalist.  When I handed the man the form at the desk, he twisted up his face and said, "YOU are an HERBALIST?"  He sounded shocked and appalled. I looked him in the eyes and smiled very happily, "Yes I am!"  "This is my very first visit and I am so excited!" 

He looked at me as if I am crazy and handed me my papers and I moved on to baggage.  I later found out that in Nigeria, the term Herbalist is something to be feared and demonized.  They think of it as evil witch doctors that take lives in rituals and such.  I had to take care to spend time to educate that my purpose is to provide natural ways to health and wellness.  I send love in every direction.  God is love.  

It is a trip how good things can be twisted to corrupt the origin of things.  We have to search our own hearts and research things for ourselves because when some tell lies long enough, they begin to believe it themselves.  I am glad that through interaction and conversation, people were able to see that I am quite unlike what they once perceived an "Herbalist" to be.  



I'm Baaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yay!!!  I made it to Africa and made it back safely and returned with experiences, connections, knowledge and much to share.  I want to thank each of you that contributed to the success of my very first journey to Africa.  This is an experience that I will hold in my heart forever.  Words cannot express my appreciation for the continuous love, support, & prayers.  My journey began weeks before my departure and intensified with each step that I made toward my mission.  Even when I wondered if things were possible, I continued to move forward with much prayer and I felt the support of the Most High, our noble ancestors, my family and community. 

There were no chance meetings.  All seemed to be by design.  Even before I departed from Charlotte, I sat next to a son escorting his father to visit family before he returned to Lagos the next day.  As we spoke, I realized that he truly wanted me to fully enjoy my experience in his homeland especially on my first visit.  He was so kind to make recommendations for a safe and successful trip.  Along the way, I met more wonderful people who were traveling to Nigeria, all for different reasons.  Some to return home, some to visit family for wedding, funeral, etc… There was a young lady who is an up and coming musician who is working on a project and will stay until August.  The Nigerian music industry is booming!  On the long flight, I sat next to a man stricken with polio since childhood but, he travels the world to raise awareness and money for wheelchairs for others with polio, as well as other ways ease ways of mobility for them.  I learned so much from him and am now thinking of natural and herbal solutions for prevention in high-risk regions such as Pakistan, Afghanistan, India, & Nigeria (P.A.I.N.).

After landing and going through immigration & customs, I reclaimed my checked bag & went outside to meet my host.  First, I was greeted by people wanting to sell me stuff or take my bags to a cab but, I was shortly greeted by a familiar face and smile and soon a small welcoming committee just for me.  I truly felt welcomed.

My first day was spent in Lagos.  I got settled, freshened up, ate some food and relaxed shortly and was taken to a house to see a man who has been sick a long time.  I did not know where I was going or who I was seeing so all of my supplies and herbs are still in my room at the hotel.  My host updated me along the way that the man has been ill for some time and has flown to India to get treatment and has spent a lot of money already but, they wanted me to see him and do a brief consult with him and his family.  When I saw him, he seemed puffy and swollen all over.  His eyes yellowed.  He appeared and acknowledged to be in pain and having difficulty moving.  He had many other challenges that I will not go into now but, his greatest challenge was that he seems to find comfort in the foods and mindset that exacerbate his condition.  We did the consult and discussed detoxing foods & herbs.  We even discussed items that would already be in their kitchen and local herbs that I had already known about.  I sent him some of my products the next day before I left the city to travel eastward.  Two or so days later, I received a call reporting that he is taking the herbs and following the instructions given and there was a noticeable improvement.  I hope that he and the family stick to lifestyle choices that will allow for the healing to continue. I have shared the information and the tools with a dose of encouragement.  The day-to-day discipline will determine the lasting outcome.

I would continue to get calls that people heard that I had been in Lagos and came by to see me even after I left days ago.   I was a day’s journey away learning more about native plants, herbs, and herbal application.  I see that the need is great and the interest is there.  What is truly impressive to me is how vast and common, the general local knowledge of plants for medicinal herbs and foods are in comparison to what I see in the US.  I was impressed at how many people readily and consistently identified various plants and recounted the uses and ways to prepare for consumption.  Another thing I noticed was that people cultivated valued plants for food and medicine at home as well as work.


My host family played a huge role in making my experience so wonderful in Nigeria.  I truly am grateful to them.  We made a genuine connection and I integrated into the family and the community relatively quickly.  I learned cultural norms, learned about their family business, marketplace negotiations, traditional values, family structure, various herbs, and foods.  They also set up most of my appointments with the exception of a few chance meetings and impromptu lessons and lectures.  It was a case of the right people, right place, right time.  God’s time.

I return to you with an Ibo name that has been given to me toward the end of my stay in Nigeria.  I am the proud bearer of the name Ogechi. Many of the names in Nigeria seem to either have a deep meaning or are namesakes  of ancestors or someone who has touched their lives in an important manner.  Either way, a name is important and is a reminder every time your name is called.  My name, Ogechi means “God’s time”.  I truly learned much in the ways of culture, local and general knowledge in regard to herbs, food and preparation methods, as well as the needs of the people on continent and the specific region that I visited.  I am also aware of the challenges as well as opportunities that are in Nigeria that struck up wonderful dialogue to bring about workable solutions. 

I even had the surprise honor of meeting Chief Alex Okawkwu before my trip was over.  He is regal without even trying!  We discussed my visit, education, work, and the needs of the people.  We exchanged perspectives, concerns and opened up communication to build on solutions and opportunities.  It was truly an honor and I feel extremely humbled as I feel that the task before me is expanding and becoming greater than I had imagined.  A lot has happened in only a couple of weeks (I wish I could have stayed longer).  I experienced, I learned, shared and worked.  Everything happens in God’s time so all is well and more than sufficient.  I have only begun to scratch the surface of herbal knowledge and application in Africa in regards to health, beauty, and wellness.  My journey is a lifelong and continuously unfolding.  I must thank you again for being a part of it. 

I am in the process of planning a gathering where I can share some more of my experiences with you.  Even though my focus was agricultural and herbal, I learned so much more.  There is so much to share. Stay tuned.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Patiently Waiting

I have to clear my mind and open my heart.  Patience is not easy for me.  Especially when dealing with African time!  I thought CP time was long...well I obviously need this lesson before the journey because it (the need for patience) is coming at me hard. I find myself in a position that there is nothing that I can do but, pray and wait. Prayer and meditation and great friends have been my source of calm and sanity during this time.

My anticipation has built up so much that the delay brings about a deep and emotional response rather than the cool, deep breathing, collected response that I would like to have.  I will not announce anymore dates of departure as the nothing seems to be exact in this endeavor.  It's going to happen the way it is supposed to happen. I think that I now can relate to a first-time expectant mother awaiting the birth of her child and wanting everything to be perfect.  When the ninth month arrives, even before then, the arrival is all that thought about.  All that is done is in preparation for the arrival and the responsibilities and joys that are to follow.  The anticipation comes even more intensely when it is overdue. Just as a baby enters into the world, my departure for Africa will come in its own time.  So now I must let go and be at peace. Please keep me in your prayers.  I am sure that all is working out in divine time and order. When it does happen, I will have to remember to take a picture of my bare feet touching Mama Africa's soil.