Nyambura Njaũ

One day, I went to see a Mũndũ Mũgo (a Gĩkũyũ medicine man) that I had heard about through the grapevine because I always have my ear on the ground for such things. My intention was to understand my purpose more deeply and how to embody it as a healer with the proper guidance of my ancestors because at that point in my life, it felt as if I had hit the ceiling and I couldn’t go any further. When he threw his mbũgũ (bones/divination tools) he was able to clearly see my gifts some of which I was yet to come into and that I was indeed at a crossroads. My people spoke through him affirming my chosen path with guidance on the next steps to take in order to overcome the block I was experiencing. However, the sacrifice he was asking of me not only felt out of alignment with who I am as a person but it also left a really bad taste in my being. The choices set before me were either to undergo FGM or to abandon my path and for the first time since I started this healing work, quitting felt reall...

  A lot of people don’t know or understand what holding space means and for a lot of us Africans, it feels like a very white thing to say. Speaking for my community, whenever something is said in English that we have a hard time grasping, it can be very triggering to our collective colonial trauma. These days, in my process of becoming an acupuncture point in the collective body by addressing and discharging my own trauma, I have learnt to sit in contemplation with triggers in order to interrogate their root. My interrogation of why “holding space” feels like a hard foreign concept to connect with had me contemplating on what the equivalent is in my own language as a Gĩkũyũ person. In my language, there’s a distinction between “kũigua” which is to hear, and “gũthikĩrĩria” which is to go beyond the ears to listen with your presence. So in “gũthikĩrĩria” there is “kũigua” to hear, there is “kũigua” which also means to feel for instance empathy, there is observation of body language, ...

Apparently, women in the Gĩkũyũ Nation used to feed birds daily as a form of worship. The women in my community would pray or speak their intentions over seeds such as millet and sorghum before putting them out for the consumption of beings from the Winged Kingdom. This information is archived in our oral tradition passing from one generation to the next through song and folktales. There’s one such song about a woman who gave birth while her husband, a blacksmith, was away working. In those days, working with metal was Ũgo, a special calling for people of a certain clan, and their place of work was a while away from the villages. In this folksong, the woman taught a song to a dove to deliver a message to her husband that she had given birth, midwifed by an ogre who was fattening mother and child for his dinner. The husband received the song from the dove and rushed home where he managed to rescue his wife and child using a weapon that he had fashioned himself. There’s also a common lul...

I know we’ve all felt it since 2019. Time feeling weird, rapid transformations at a personal and collective level, shifts in energy that cannot be denied, the topic of spirituality becoming so common, online whispers of something coming, an influx of “conspiracy theorists”. The timeline jump. However it has felt for every one of us, we have all felt it, since 2019. Human Design experts are calling it a latent 7 year period as we switch from The Cross of Planning to The Cross of The Sleeping Phoenix in a 400 year cycle that is coming to an end in 2026. For me, before I knew what it was, it manifested as a call to do rigorous work on my chakra system. I was born late in the year, in late October and towards my birthday in 2019, I started receiving the call to work on my crown chakra through very loud signs and symbols from my guides. It started as a small nudge, visitations by purple flowers that I didn’t plant in my garden, then an influx of information so blatant that my psyche could n...

Greetings of peace to all. My name is Nyambura , mother of the Ethaga the rainmakers, daughter of Njaũ and Wanjirũ from the Ambũi clan, those born to seek knowledge and people of medicine. I came into the genetic pool of Thũmbĩ, people of the crown, through my grandmothers’s house, Njikũ wa Ng’arĩka and I walk the path of a medicine woman. The last time I created a post on here was in 2012, right my grandmother’s passing and so much has happened in the way of growth and expansion since. Something shifted deep inside my spirit after I experienced my grandmother crossing to the other side in my presence and I eventually responded to the constant calling within me to carry the ancestral gifts of my lineage and it has been initiation after initiation especially in the last six years since 2019. I was first initiated on the altars of the south as a Gobela which loosely translates to a teacher or a guide for the gifted ones which aligned perfectly with my natural ability to reflect the unsee...