Inter-dimensionally renowned professional psychic medium John Edward – while on tour in South Africa – attempted to make contact with the Tokoloshe. Miriam Mokoena went crossing over.
“Usually I attempt to cross over to the land of the dead,” explained Edward. “I don’t normally try to make contact with a living entity. However, the Tokoloshe is such an illusive creature that I simply couldn’t resist.”
Known for being mischievous to people, the Tokoloshe is a fabulous water-sprite that is very fond of women, used by witches for nefarious purposes, and resembles a tiny, hairy dwarf.
“I’ve chased many a Tokoloshe out of a shack,” said Mngwazi. “But I’ve never spoken to one. They aren’t very sociable creatures.”
Although the Tokoloshe can only be seen by the person it’s tormenting, Mngwazi claims to have the recipe for seeing a Tokoloshe. “First, you must remove the ubuthongo (the sleep) from a dog’s eye, first thing in the morning,” instructed the sangoma. “You must then put this sleep in your eye. Dogs can see Tokoloshe, and so you must take their power into your own eyes before you can also see him.”
“Then, you must stay away from the fire,” he continued. “The Tokoloshe is terribly afraid of fire, and the smell of smoke on your clothes will chase him away immediately.”
The Tokoloshe is said to be living near water. Before going down to the river, Mngwazi finished preparing Edward. “Seeing Tokoloshe is only the first step,” he explained. “There are lots of muti which need to be used to strengthen yourself against his magic, and to trap him, and then to keep him. “
After a short car ride to the edge of the township, we walked through a barren veld, bodyguards in tow, to small spruit that barely flows just outside the sprawling kayatropolis. By then Edward was pumped full of muti and a few decent swigs of Dutch courage. When we finally reached the stream, he wasted no time and proceeded to cross over into the world of illusion. “I sense something… with a “D”… a “D”… No, a “T”,” said Edward.
“That must be the Tokoloshe,” yelped Mngwazi.
Edward then claimed that he’s getting a strong feeling of tension vibrating in the air.
“He must be frustrated, this one,” Mngwazi replied, brimming with excitement. “He probably hasn’t tormented anyone in a while.”
As Edward described how he felt very uncomfortable, like there’s malice lurking, he suddenly sensed a fresh burst of supernatural impulses. “I’m getting a “B”, or is it a “P”?” he asked.
“It must be “P”,” Mngwazi answered. “There’s this old woman called Pitse who lives upstream. We’ve long suspected that she’s a witch.”
“The Tokoloshe wants you to know that he was not summoned by Pitse, and that we must delve deeper,” insisted Edward frantically.
“I’ve heard enough,” hissed Mngwazi. “The Tokoloshe is a great deceiver. He’s now trying to throw you off.” As he stormed up the tiny footpath heading back to the township, I heard him cursing in isiZulu until he was out of earshot. Then the night fell quiet, with only the soft trickling of the stream a tranquil whisper from below.
“Michael, get the car and take me to the airport. Now.” Edward spoke calmly, in his monotone manner, without turning his eyes away from the distant dark. BN
Miriam defied her tribal elders and got an education. She then defied her tribal elders and became a journalist. Now she defies her tribal elders by reporting on her tribal elders.