After a long hiatus,
I’ve decided to breathe figurative life back into this blog. Frankly, as a
person of habit, I failed to incorporate regularly updating this blog into my
life and, as such, it obviously floundered. I’ve been sick for the past couple
of days with a head cold and a sore throat, so I’ve had time to examine my schedule and institute a periodic update of
this blog (approximately every two weeks or so) into my life. Of course, the
internet access options in Swaziland are limited and bandwidth capacity is a
sad joke at most internet cafes, so please forgive me in advance when this plan
inevitably falls through
.
Now, I’ve tried hashing
and rehashing a summary of the past eight months in an attempt to give you all
a peek at what has transpired in my life, but my efforts have largely been in
vain. Simply put, it’s just too tedious and I came to the realization that it
would be difficult for me to verbally explain all that’s happened since my
arrival in Swaziland, much less sequentially detail it in my less than enjoyable
style of writing (conversational writing has always been a challenge for me;
I’m much more ‘at home’ authoring a policy analysis paper or something of that
sort. I’ll try not to bore you with my analytic style).
Instead, I’m going to
attempt to focus each blog post on a particular issue that I think is relevant in
Swaziland and interweave it with my own personal experiences since my arrival. There
will, of course, be certain departures from this format when I inevitably go on
a tangent about something or another. Anyways, this first post is about my
experiences with religion in Swaziland. Enjoy!
It’s easy to generalize
things. I do it all the time in my daily life. In fact, we all do it to some
degree. It would be much too wearisome to discuss issues otherwise. Before
arriving in Swaziland, I easily fell into the trap of generalizing this
country’s religious practices. I explained to friends and family that Swaziland
was an overwhelmingly Christian country with a relatively high number of devout
believers. While demonstrably true, with most generalizations, there was so
much more under the surface that the explanation failed to uncover. During
Pre-Service Training (the first two months in the country with Peace Corps) a
volunteer is placed with a host family in an effort to truly integrate the
volunteer with Swazi cultural practices and norms.
Unbeknownst to me at the
time, I was placed with a host family that contained practicing members of the
Jericho Church. My host mother informed me of their affiliation upon my arrival
at their homestead. I had never heard of the Jericho Church at the time and
mistakenly chalked it up to being just another Protestant Christian religion.
My first Sunday on the
homestead was the proverbial wake-up call that ‘I wasn’t in Kansas anymore’.
Around midnight, I woke up to unintelligible chants and the screams of a woman
on my homestead. Being a newcomer with no language training in siSwati (the
native and first language of most Swazi’s) I had no idea what they were
chanting. I didn’t have the nerve to investigate further at the time. I
listened to the sporadic cries and chants for a while longer until they tapered
off and I back off into sleep.
The next morning, I
awoke at 6:00 am to a knock on the door of my hut. I stumbled out of bed to
answer it. It was my host father who I had met the previous day (as with many
Swazi’s, my host father worked in the mines in South Africa and came home only
on weekends). He asked me if I wanted to attend mass in a couple of hours. Not
wanting to seem disrespectful, I accepted his offer. Around 10:00 am, he came
back and told me to come with him. To my amazement, he took me to another hut
on the homestead that had been converted into an impromptu church. The hut was
filled mostly with other host family members, although there were a few
unrecognizable faces among them. More striking at the time was their apparel.
The men were dressed in navy blue and white robes with chain link draped around
their necks. The mass already seemed to be in service, so I was told to have a
seat in the back of the hut. I obliged. The next three hours were a blur of
chanting, dancing and clapping. The men would sporadically leave the hut and rhythmically
dance around the homestead whist chanting something or another in siSwati repeatedly.
The only references to Christianity that I recognized at the time were the
intermittent readings of passages from the bible (also in siSwati). The mass
concluded around 1:00 pm and, after bidding my farewells, I retired to my hut
to process what I had just experienced.
Being raised Roman
Catholic; I came to be accustomed to a very ritualistic and structured mass.
This, however, was unlike anything I ever experienced. My curiosity led me to
seek out more information about the Jericho Church. Rather than risk offending
my new host family, I inquired with Peace Corps staff members. I learned that
the Jericho Church blends elements of Christianity with traditional African ritual
practices. Bluntly put, the Jericho Church is a neo-Zionist church with a specific
focus on faith-based healing.
Marginalized and
ostracized in mainstream Swazi society, most people are afraid to interact with
Jericho’s because they believe that they’re radicalized and practice
neo-paganism. Most of this fear is borne out of ignorance. However, I was
struck by one particular revelation: many Swazi’s covertly approach the Jericho
Church for faith-based healing and to also exorcize demons that they believe
have inhabited themselves or their loved ones. Because of the stigma that
association with the Jericho Church carries, these exorcisms and faith-based
healings are done under the cover of darkness. I came to learn that the chants
and screams that I heard on my first Saturday night on the homestead were the
result of an exorcism that had been performed on Swazi who was not a member of
the Church but wanted to enlist their services in order to evict a suspected
demon from her body.
Interestingly enough, I
was actually relieved by these revelations. I now had an explanation for what I
had previously experienced. During the remainder of my time on the homestead
during PST, I had varying conversations with my host family about religion in
Swaziland, United States and Roman Catholicism. In Swaziland, religious identifiers
carry an enormous amount of weight. Whenever I meet new people in my community,
I am often asked questions about my religious identity. I usually tell people
that I was baptized into the Roman Catholic Church. If I am comfortable enough
with the inquiring individual, I will tell him or her that while I still
culturally identify myself with many aspects of Roman Catholicism, I have fundamental
disagreements with certain doctrinal aspects of Catholic doctrine.
The host family whom
I’ve lived with for the past seven months at my permanent site are members of
the Swazi Methodist Church and their practices are much more orthodox and
mainstream than the Jericho Church. Still, my previous experience allowed me to
reach out to members of my community who are members of the Jericho Church when
I might of not of otherwise.
Swaziland is a small
and ethnically homogenous country. As such, it’s really tempting to generalize
Swazi beliefs and cultural traits. Through my experiences, I’ve learned to not
paint with such broad strokes when speaking about Swazi culture, beliefs and
practices.
Until next time, sale kahle
(stay well)!
Nice Job, good thoughts Josh. Very interesting...
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