I'm in an upstairs room in a damp travellers' lodge in Muizenberg, all wood and creaky steps. Mbali Creazzo, a traditional diviner, is seated on the floor in front of me, a hand-painted sheet laid out between us with five colours painted in a circle to represent five elements: fire, water, minerals, nature and earth.
There's a heap of little stones and shells in the centre of the sheet. Her many necklaces of white beads and cowrie shells clatter. She asks me to sit, clasp a R2 coin in one hand, close my eyes and spread the stones around the cloth with my other hand. I squeeze my eyelids shut and spread out the stones.
We're doing a divination, consulting my ancestors about my destiny. Through Creazzo, the stones begin to speak. My ancestors are not happy. They think I'm hiding my real self from the world. "They want you to come out," she says, twisting her mouth reprovingly.
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