Tag: #Herbalmedicine
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Moringa: The Tree That Spoke
We are the Moringa tree. When it’s cold we not only produce more leaves,That conserves by trapping heat from escaping,Embracing the environment with generous warmth. But also we’re the multitalented seed,We heal 300 diseases,But oh humans, Oh some of you humans!Do you…Do you still call yourselves human? Seeing how have chased me,From your diseased splits…
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Thabai: The Stinging Healer Part 2
Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ writes ✍🏾 Last week I introduced Episode 1 of Thabai: The Stinging Healer with a story that led us to R. Iratĩ here’s the last part. You can read part one by clicking: https://wp.me/pfcMdY-4bBeing a mastermind comes with many benefits I tell you. The brown ‘born tao’ girl – Stecy offered to…
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Thabai: The Stinging healer
Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ writes✍🏾 There is time in 2008 when there was such great famine that we even received food donations – in Mũrang’a County formerly renown as the granary of Kenya. There was this yellow maize that produced yellow flour we used to call “gathirikari” possibly because it was donated by the government (in…
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Thĩĩna Unbound: Cuscuta kilimanjari’s Poverty Healing and Resilience Spreading Aspects.
Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ writes✍🏾 I was now scaling the steep Warũhiti hill from Kangiri Coffee Farmers Cooperative Society to Kĩgumo township via Nyoka Nyoka Road – whose name seems to slither off the tongue with the promise of serpentine adventures. Warũhiti hill gets its name from the Gĩkũyũ name for hyena, also called Wamũtĩrĩ. True…
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Moringa: From Roots to Prosperity—A New Era of Healing and Industry
By Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ (profgitauwakungu@gmail.com) If you’ve ever spent time at a local veve base, you know that stories aren’t just told—they’re traded, debated, and sometimes, they hold the power to change lives. Did you know that one tree could heal your body, create jobs, and boost the economy? Moringa is that tree.It was one…
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The Return of Mwarubaine: A sacred Journey for rediscovering 40 Ways to Africa’s healing and prosperity.
By Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ profgitauwakungu@gmail.com. It began one sleepless night, years ago, when pain gripped me in a way I had never known. I was hunched over in my bed, holding my stomach as tears streamed down my terrorised face. The sharp sting of ulcers made the night feel endless, and my cries echoed through…