My Journey: How Dr. Bula Moyo Became a Healer

Discover how Dr. Bula Moyo embraced his ancestral calling to become a traditional African healer and now helps others find their spiritual paths.

By Doctor Bula Moyo | Traditional Healer & Spiritual Guide | Contact Dr. Bula Moyo on 👉WhatsApp ✅

Many of my clients ask me: "Doctor, did you always know you were a healer? Did you grow up throwing bones?"

The answer is No. In fact, for a long time, I ran away from it.

Like many of you reading this, I wanted a "normal" life. I wanted the suit, the office job, and the modern success story. I didn't want to be waking up at 3 AM to talk to spirits. I didn't want to be covered in red clay and river water.

But the Ancestors do not ask for permission; they ask for surrender.

Here is the story of how I lost my "normal" life to find my true destiny, and why I now dedicate my life to helping you find yours.

In the Image above: Silhouette of a man looking at a landscape: This image represents the beginning of my spiritual journey—the moment I stood between the world I thought I wanted and the path my Ancestors had prepared for me. It is the story of how Dr. Bula Moyo, an ordinary man chasing a modern life, was slowly transformed into a traditional African healer (Sangoma) through visions, suffering, surrender, and ultimately, acceptance of his true calling.

The Sickness (Ubizo)

It started in my 20s. On paper, I was fine. But inside, a chaos was brewing. I began to have dreams—vivid, intense dreams of huge snakes, roaring rivers, and old people I didn't recognize speaking to me in riddles. Then came the physical sickness. Migraines that no painkiller could touch. Stomach pains that doctors couldn't diagnose. A heavy depression that felt like a wet blanket over my soul.

I went to specialists. I took pills. Nothing worked. My life began to crumble. I lost focus at work. My relationships suffered. I felt like I was going crazy.

In African culture, we call this "Intwaso" or "Ubizo" (The Calling). It is a spiritual sickness sent by the Ancestors to say: "Stop. You are on the wrong path. We need you."

The Resistance

I fought it. I was a modern man! I didn't believe in "village superstitions." But the more I fought, the harder my life became. My car broke down constantly. I lost money. The dreams turned into nightmares.

Finally, a family elder sat me down and said, "You are trying to swim upstream. The river will drown you. You must turn around and flow with the water."

I finally surrendered. I went to see a senior Gobela (Teacher). She threw the bones, looked at me, and laughed. "You have been stubborn," she said. "Your grandfather has been knocking on your door for years. It is time to open it."

The Training (Thwasa)

I left my city life behind. I went to the initiation school. This was not a retreat. It was the hardest thing I have ever done.

• The Humility: I had to scrub floors on my knees. I had to wake up before dawn to bathe in freezing cold rivers.

• The Discipline: I learned the names of hundreds of roots and barks. I learned to distinguish the voice of a deceptive spirit from the voice of a benevolent Ancestor.

• The Awakening: Slowly, the migraines stopped. The confusion cleared. My "Third Eye" opened. I could look at a person and feel their pain in my own body. I could hear the messages the wind was carrying.

I wasn't sick anymore. I was Active.

The Return

When I graduated (Vumani!), I had a choice. I could stay in the rural areas, or I could return to the modern world. I chose to return. Why? Because YOU are there.

I realized that the people suffering the most are not just in the villages. They are in the skyscrapers of London, the apartments of Berlin, and the suburbs of New York.

• You are suffering from anxiety (Ubizo).

• You are suffering from bad luck (Curses).

• You are disconnected from your power.

But unlike me, you might not have a grandmother to tell you what is happening. You have Google, and Google doesn't understand the Spirit.

Why I Do This Work

I am a Sangoma, but I am also a bridge. I understand the corporate stress because I lived it. I understand the skepticism because I felt it. I understand the pain of the Calling because I survived it.

I became a Healer not because I wanted power, but because I wanted peace. And now, my mission is to use the ancient tools of my people—the bones, the herbs, the drums—to bring that same peace to you.

You are not crazy. You are not broken. You might just be Called.

Traditional beads and red ochre used during Sangoma initiation training (Thwasa), symbolizing ancestral connection, spiritual protection, and the healer’s journey into sacred knowledge.

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Are You on Your Own Journey?

If my story resonates with you—if you have the strange dreams, the mystery illness, or the feeling that you are meant for something "more"—do not run away like I did.

Let’s sit down and ask the Spirits what they want from you.

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Dr. Bula Moyo – Healer. Teacher. Survivor.