I Told The Witch Doctor You Didn't Love Me True

I realized that my last post ended mid sentence, so please look over it again so that you can read the exciting conclusion which I've just added.
So on Saturday I called my friend Justin with no idea what was in store for the next day. I woke up Sunday thinking it would be a slow relaxing day much like most of the other weekends I've spent here. I walked over to have breakfast, which is where one of the volunteers, Aubrey, asked if I wanted to go to see a witch doctor. To be fair, this wasn't totally out of the blue, three other volunteers had gone to see the witch doctor on Saturday and I hadn't gone because I thought it would cost too much money, but when they came back talking about their amazing experience I knew I had to go. That night I was talking with Aubrey and Scott who ended up telling me that they were heading over to see him on Sunday, but they didn't think I'd be able to join in on such short notice.
So when I woke up on Sunday I had no thought in my mind about going to see a witch doctor that day. But sure enough, I did, we took a safari jeep to his house because it was up in the foothills of Kilimanjaro. Now when you think of a witch doctor you probably visualize a man in a loin cloth with all kinds of crazy jewelry on, maybe some shrunken heads or skulls, and a chicken head on the end of a staff; but when we got there the witch doctor was dressed in normal western clothing, with a decent grasp on English and living in a home free of chicken blood sprayed across the walls or any disembodied limbs of animals hanging from the ceiling.
First thing he did was take us around his large herbal garden and tell us the different properties of various plants. Then we walked in to this small, modest building with colored glass windows and we sat on reed mats and he told us what he did and why. He told us how he no longer uses the various magical divining tools that most witch doctors use because he found that people begin to have more faith in the tool than the actual healer. Afterward he told us to go out into the garden and find a place that seemed to call to us and sit there until he came to talk to us one on one. When he came to me we had a great discussion about my life, my spirituality, who I want to be, and who I want to love. Some of it he said was based off of where I was sitting and what direction I was facing, but also I knew that part of it was just that he was extremely good at reading people. But also I found that witch doctors here in Africa function more like a therapist than some man who uses his mojo on you to make you better.
Maybe people may think that the stuff that the witch doctor practices in mumbo jumbo, but I say that it should be something that you listen to with an open mind and then follow the advice that sounds right to you, sometimes you already know what to do to make your life better, but you need someone else to tell you before you'll actually do it.