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for us was to offer a gift of cash. She awkwardly but graciously accepted
it. I told her to quickly convert it into needed goods as it is a Western
medium with a stigma.
Our healing
story begins with our young daughter who came down with a debilitating
illness that resulted in a severe urinary tract infection. Kids get
fevers and colds, and these illnesses come and go, but this one became
symptomatic rapidly and stayed for longer than welcome. We started
our medicinal quest with a local pharmacist and local expat doctor.
We were properly prescribed some antibiotics which our daughter took for
a few days. Things got better from the standpoint of symptoms, but the
urine test showed little improvement. So, off to the local hospital where
a stronger antibacterial medicine was prescribed, one more suited to the
infection. Our little daughter was showing no improvement while on this
medication. This failed attempt to cure ended up with my wife flying with
child to the capital, just one hour away, to the main hospital there, which
had more cures to offer.
This time the
tests resulted in a specific identification of E. coli in her system. A
very strong antibiotic was prescribed by a competent doctor whom we trust.
The new treatment was to go on for two weeks and, returning home, mother
and child were feeling much better. After the two weeks, our daughter had
a urine test performed at the local hospital which indicated there was
still bacteria, trace blood, and now protein. A worrisome situation,
but seemingly under control judging by the low count. The doctor’s advice
was to wait a week and test again. During the wait, if noticeable symptoms
reoccurred, we were to run her back to the main hospital in the capitol.
Intravenous antibiotics and hospital confinement was what we had to look
forward to next.
Meanwhile,
a concerned Tongan friend of mine asked me and my wife if we would like
to have a lady who practiced “Tongan Medicine” come by the house
and treat our daughter. We asked what the procedure might be and
it seemed harmless, so we proceeded on the basis of “What do we have
to lose?” He added some assurance by stating she always heals.
The procedure
would last nine days with nightly visits from my friend, his lady friend
(the
main promoter of this treatment, thanking her again) and our medicine
lady and her young daughter. The medicine daughter was learning how
to manage her gift and was a sixth-generation member of the family to carry
on this unique tradition.
Day one, I
was a bit apprehensive not knowing what surprises we might encounter, with
our precious and dear daughter taking the brunt of what was to come. The
evening progressed with bathing her in a tub full of leaves. Medicine lady
and medicine daughter rubbed the wet leaves all over our child in a massaging
way. She didn’t take to this strange event right away and cried a
little to show her anxiety but not in a very fearful way. Lots of
sweet words, loving comments, and big smiles from the three women doting
over her won her over, and soon she was fine. The leaves were removed
from the tub, put in a plastic bag and taken with the medicine crew.
We offered to throw the leaves out, but our healing duo insisted on tending
to that, and for reasons we did not yet know. The leaf-darkened bath
water was drained from the tub by my wife, to their chagrin. Seems
they wanted it for something---but all was well…we thought.
The next night,
after thinking about their insistence in taking the leaves away, I asked
what they had done with them. My Tongan friend did most of the interpreting
since our medicine lady knew little English. The answer was, they threw
the leaves into the sea from the bridge on their way home. Why they did
that was getting complicated to understand, but ended up as being a resolve
for the proper disposal of any evil spirits of sorts that the leaves might
have soaked up. I have lived here long enough to have become accepting
of much of the Tongan way, often calling life here an Alice-in- Wonderland
‘real-time’ experience, but this sort of voodoo was still very foreign
to me. Like a scene from an occult movie, I skeptically asked if
they had “noted any such spirits about this evening?” The
medicine lady reported that she often has this experience and would let
me know. I thanked her for that, and we proceeded on to page two of our
strange treatment program.
This time we
were advised to use a smaller tub, so we got out our old baby bathtub,
and medicine lady and daughter prepared the brew with different kinds of
leaves and warm water for another bath. We squeezed our little one into
the familiar tub, with my wife overseeing the ladies cooing and speaking
in their native tongue while bathing our golden girl in funny green leaves.
Our daughter seemed very comfortable, smiling away and listening quietly
to the ladies’ melodic voices. While the procedure unfolded, I visited
with my Tongan friend in the living room.
My trusted
friend answered some questions for me and told me more about our medicine
lady as we nibbled on our nightly treats from the bakery for this ongoing
event. I wanted to know more about this Tongan Medicine stuff,
for tonight they were going to give her a little herb tea and some Noni
tree juice. The Noni we are familiar with and know it is popular
with many overseas, and costs a fortune there, as I recall. Here
it grows in every yard for free. He reconfirmed how they would take
the berries and leaves and make the awful-tasting stuff, but known to be
so good for you--always the case when it comes to medicine, natural or
otherwise, I suppose. They fed it to her in small doses, eliciting a very
sour face from the patient. My wife took some too, as she has in
the past. So we weren’t concerned with the Noni, but the other leaf brews
needed an explanation. Caringly, it was explained, and sounded vaguely
familiar, since we see these concoctions in the open market on Saturdays.
Some of our friends with friendly, but permanently sour looks on their
faces live by these strong-tasting herbs. Now I know why the look.
At the conclusion
of the herbal bath and after the leaves and child were removed, the bath
water was thrown, with our permission, down our steep walkway leading up
to the veranda of our home. This is why they wanted the small tub,
to save the water for the stair douche. The greenish water cascaded
down the concrete steps and with it any spirits that may have been just
out our door. Some of the leaves were put into a small cloth bag
and hung over the entrance way to the veranda for the same effect.
Who or what we were discouraging out there was still a mystery and even
to our medicine lady… until she got home.
The next night
brought news that this combination herbal treatment with voodoo insurance
was paying off. Our medicine lady saw and communicated with the ghostly
culprit in this ailment. Seems a young Tongan fellow, who had committed
suicide awhile back and was not quite done with life here, was troubling
us, in particular our lovely daughter. He didn’t like our treatment
program, she said. That was the idea, I expect. Meanwhile,
we accepted the story, and the treatment went well--the bath, the leaves
and a little more Noni and other herbs, which she knew to be helpful in
cleansing our specific problem with our daughter. This time they threw
the bath water all over the yard from the veranda and changed the hanging
tea bag thing over the steps, then sat down for the sweet treats and more
talk about Tongan Medicine and, specifically, our situation.
During the
conversation, interpreted by my friends, the sixth-generation young healer
became frightened and signaled to her mother that something was over her
shoulder out the window. The conversation abruptly switched from English
to Tongan, and the young lady became more agitated. This rapidly
developed into a hysteria whereby her mother had to hold her close and
my friends had to hold her legs to keep them from thrashing since she was
becoming quite unstable. My wife took our daughter from the scene
to her room while in the livingroom things got worse. There was lots
of Tongan language and excitement from all but our stoic mother of medicine.
I had no idea what the ruckus was, but had the audacity to film it.
When things
settled down, they explained everything, all speaking at once to add to
the confusion. Seems our deceased fellow showed up outside the veranda
and ripped into the young practitioner for being a part of his demise.
What he was doing and why would be revealed the next night, but that night
we had some insight into another realm of belief out there. After
everything became calm and collected, we bade our medicine team “good
night,” with a better understanding of the gesture.
Anxious to
learn more about what we knew to be a sincere and not staged outbreak the
night before, we quizzed our guests during the bathing and Noni-plus treatment.
Seems this guy floating around had a story to tell--something about disturbing
us to get to my attractive wife while sacrificing our little one.
I wasn’t sure how to read that, but I am not that smug as to pass it off
as silly, even though I still have a hard time accepting it entirely. Tonga
is all about humor, so my comment was acceptable: “Let me at’em;
I’ll smack him with a soggy leaf bag.” This was my first reaction,
and maybe he heard me, for he was nowhere about that peaceful evening.
We had nine
sessions in all, and after the seventh we got a urine test as directed
by the hospital. The results were 100% negative, no signs of anything
at all, no trace blood, no white cells, and no bacteria. We were
very pleased and found it difficult not to credit the medicine lady and
her herbal brews fully for this apparent cure. Considering the six
weeks’ prior treatments with prescriptions and doctors with results not
close to those after the natural but abnormal way of our medicine lady,
we remain convinced that at least the ingested medicines may have had an
effect, if not the spiritual expulsion as well. We remain open-minded
on all these things and are certain that there is more to this life than
what we seem to see.
By the way,
the brothers of our young healer were so put out by the intrusion and problems
heaped upon us and their sister by the spirit, they went to extremes and
rid the bones of this perpetrator from his grave, tossing them into the
sea.
And baby
is fine.
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