Tanzania – The Wonder of Loliondo aka The Cup of Hope

Babu. Everywhere we go in Tanzania, we hear of Babu.

Have you heard, he healed a person with AIDS! And a blind child could see again. I saw it myself. The cup, the kikombe. He hands out the kikombe with a herbal tea from a local plant. The plant it comes from, when it is not boiled, might be poisonous. No, it is a poisonous plant, it's a magical plant. God has chosen Babu to heal us. Africans to cure Africans. Did you hear, our local politicians have gone to see Babu. Oh, and Nelson Mandela went by helicopter - he jumped the line. 30,000 people are being treated each day. Even nurses and some doctors have gone.”

They did some tests in Kenya: not effective. What should I think now? They will do more research. Babu can't be wrong. All these people he healed, they cannot be wrong.”

The plant grows all over the Serengeti. The soil conditions aren't everywhere the same. It's only powerful where Babu is. Oh, and it's not effective unless Babu has said his payer over the brewed tea. He gets up early every morning, he hardly sleeps. He does this because god has told him.”

By the time we get to Arusha, the closest town to Loliondo on the Tanzanian side, yet still a days bus ride away, our heads are spinning with stories. Everyone has heard of Babu, some have been to see him, many more have heard and told stories. Everyone has an opinion. In June 2011, more than 3 million people have pilgrimaged to Loliondo, to receive the cup, the kikombe from Babu. Babu just means old man, in a respectful way. Babu is a priest. Loliondo is far away, the roads are poorly developed. A faster way to get there leads through Kenya.

Last year, Babu had claimed that the kikombe would heal HIV/AIDS but very few people came to seek the treatment. Was it because of social stigma? The situation changed dramatically, when Babu claimed that his treatment worked for the following six chronic condition: cancer, diabetes, HIV/AIDS, gastrointestinal, respiratory and cardiovascular illnesses. People started coming from all over Tanzania and even from abroad – whether they were sick or not.

Exaud, a local tour guide offering safaris and hiking tours, decided to be of service to the sick. He made his car available and drove six people to Babu. “Folks in my car were sick but nobody admitted they were HIV positive. Everybody went because of something else. I am sure some had AIDS. But I didn't want to know either, we had a long journey together.”

They waited three days before it was their turn. In the meantime, the conditions for the kikombe awaiters turned rougher by the hour: the village wasn't prepared for such an influx of visitors and there was a lack of food and clean drinking water, shelter, and sanitary facilities. In some cases, people even died of dehydration, before they reached their turn of the kikombe. Also, managing such a crowd demanded volunteers. Exaud was one of them, dishing out kikombe to the sick. Whenever people rushed and pushed, Babu would call them back to their senses, reminding them that if they didn't behave, he'd stop handing out the kikombe all together – that worked.

One day, a blind boy drank the kikombe and was able to see again. I saw it with my own eyes! You don't believe me … it's true. Ask around.” Exaud tells us.

Miracles like these were much told of, fueling the anticipation and hopeful atmosphere in the crowd.

In the meantime, the effect of Babu's kikombe on Arusha's healthcare system is noticeable.

Dr Chamba in Arusha offers us his perspective on the story. As Babu's kikombe became well-known, the hospital wards around Arusha and Moshi cleared out. Patients left, being taken to Babu by their relatives for a more promising and much more comprehensible treatment. Dr Chamba saw HIV patients coming back from Babu who were still ill. For them is was surprising and even devastating to find out they were still testing positive. Some just declared the test as invalid, going for another test, and another one. Just to find out eventually that they hadn't been cured.

One of Dr Chamba's diabetes patient felt so confident in Babu's ability and treatment that he threw his diabetes medicine out of the car window on the drive back from Loliondo. A few days later, the relatives brought him to Dr Chamba's office. The patient was in a coma.

Babu's kikombe has from mobilized crowds of people for a pilgrimage of hope. The stories of Loliondo have brought feelings of pride and empowerment to Tanzanians, who usually find themselves on the receiving end of development aid and health care. Yet, the kikombe doesn't cure everyone and has even caused much harm for some. What I find most intriguing about this story, is the fact that everything around the kikombe and Babu is so different from medical healthcare experiences. And hardly any of the medical healthcare offerings are met with as much enthusiasm as the kikombe.

 

So, what can health care learn from Loliondo?

Here is an attempt of extracting the aspects that make the kikombe so powerful. 

# 1 It's a single dose.

A one-off treatment fuels the perception of a silver bullet.

 

# 2 It's a familiar dosage form.

A cup filled with a herbal brew is something people can relate to. It's simple and it's something everyone has seen before. Maybe because of its simplicity it becomes a powerful carrier for the spiritual aspect.

 

# 3 It's a local African ingredient.

Why it might work: From Tanzania for Tanzanians, from Africa for Africans. This notion might be experienced as empowering as it brings a solution from within rather from outside.

 

# 4 It is administered by a spiritual leader.

Church plays an enormous role in local people's lives. The fact that the spiritual leader understands more than the congregation is accepted and also demanded. Babu starts each day with a prayer and places high emphasis on the fact that god has given healing power to this plant and chosen him to facilitate. The language he uses is familiar to people and they know this way of reasoning from their churches. Hearing scientific explanations from healthcare professionals, on the other hand, often seems foreign and alienating to them.

 

# 5 It's taken amongst a crowd of exhilarated people in a non-medical setting.

The journey and atmosphere while waiting for the treatment is filled with compassion and a feeling of belonging – of being human. People aren't divided up into their conditions, some even take the kikombe as prophylaxis (not recommended but frequently heard of) and others take it more than once (also, not recommended by Babu). The social connections at the site happen naturally, being human and suffering from one ailment or another in Loliondo brings people together. And seeking the kikombe treatment doesn't stigmatize, on the contrary, it is uniting people. Do people even feel as patients here? Also, the crowd is hopeful and full of anticipation to the treatment rather than in most medical settings where patients in the waiting room are quiet, lonely in their worries and thoughts, the lucky ones accompanied by a relative or a friend.

 

# 6 It only costs as much as a local bus fare

The treatment cost is low. 500 TSH (33 US cents) for a single dose. A single dose it's all that's needed which makes the costs seem predictable. If one ignores the hidden costs of getting to Loliondo and back, and the medical costs for when the treatment turns out to not have helped at all.

# 7 It's a long journey to get to the treatment

Actually getting to the kikombe takes a lot of effort. While there are some bus services, the journey takes a day and even longer, depending on the road conditions. The rains turned the roads into mud and many cars got stuck, even stranded. It's a journey of anticipation as well. Does all of this make the treatment even more special? 'Hard to get' meaning 'must be better'?

 

Now I'd be really curious to see how some of these aspects could get worked into an experiment for delivering health care. What effect might a collaboration between health clinics and local spiritual leaders have when both are aligned?

What can we learn from Loliondo for designing healthcare services in the developing world? For designing healthcare services in the developed world?

 

 

Pictures of Babu and Loliondo with comments from Tanzanians here.


 

 

Tanzania - When a story becomes a skin condition


As Peace Corps Volunteer, James taught Maths and basic computer skills at Mzumbe secondary school. In his final year, he set up computer labs across the region.

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This is an all boys school and among the top schools in the county. The students study hard, teach each other and point out when teachers forget to cover a topic completely. They know, because they study it all before the class covers it. They are the top students in the country and every teacher's dream.

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When we visited in June, 2011, we heard the following story from one of the teachers:

One night in the rainy season, some students claim to have seen a creature with a bushy tail pass through the school campus. In the Kiuluguru language, this is called a zombwe. After the sighting, the students noticed a rash appearing on their bodies, especially on their faces and necks, and connected this with the sighting of the zombwe.

 

They called the disease Mzumbeitis Zombwesis, until their teachers heard about it and laughed at the students: “These are just normal insect bites! The students study late in the night and insects swarm around their desk lights.While the students are studying hard, all heads down, they get bitten by insects! That's the real cause for Mzumbeitis Zombwesis.”

 

Superstitious beliefs even among the top students are common and teachers feel that it's their responsibility to clarify the scientific causes.

 

The traces on the skin of the fabulous creature zombwe makes the better story, though.

 

 

Tanzania - Groomed for God?

In his last year as Peace Corps volunteer, James had set up computer labs across multiple schools in the Morogoro regions. One of the schools is run by missionaries: fathers from Kerala, India. We spent some time with the fathers at their retreat outside of Dar, where seven brothers from Zambia, Uganda, Mozambique and Kenya come together for an intensive year of praying as part of their preparation for priesthood. In the spirit of self-sufficiency, they keep cows and ducks, have fruit orchards and a vegetable garden.

Father John* shows us around and we get to admire the curry leave tree and all sorts of other trees which produce leaves and fruits that are used in South Indian cooking. The green fruit hanging from the tree is custard apple, and the yellow round one in the hand is a passion fruit.

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Behind the house, we notice some flowers that are left out in the sun to dry.

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These are hibiscus flowers and when dried are added to shampoo to die gray hair black. I was surprised to see such indulgence in vanity at a missionary retreat. Father John and the others giggle about Father Paul* and his habit, but don't seem to interfere and leave him his grooming treatment. He hand picks the flowers and leaves them to sun dry.

 

It seems that pampering themselves is one of the things the fathers don't abstain from. Staying in their dorms, we are given a towel and soap, and are surprised of their choice: Ayu soap, exclusive fragrance soap, with natural lotus oil. “with a special conditioner made for delicate skin keeps your skin soft and moisturized.”

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What can be unpacked about this choice of soaps?

One possible explanation might be the following: since they've all decided to live a celibate life, their grooming of course isn't for courtship. But there seems to be a strong connection between maintaining one's appearance as well as displaying cleanliness and spiritual purity. Another aspect: while these vegetarian-raised South Indian fathers have given up many things in their lives for joining the seminary, they seem to have gained something else:eating meat and carving out the luxury to groom themselves.

Or maybe, Ayu is just the cheapest soap out there - the fathers are good at managing a tight budget.

*names as always changed to protect people's privacy