Gogo Simon

“The spirits, they whisper to some, you know?”nAn old woman with knowing eyes and a mischievous smile gestures towards a simple campsite nestled just beyond the outskirts of Harare. “They call this place Gogo Simon.” nGogo Simon. An unconventional name for a campsite, perhaps. Yet, this place holds a certain mystique. You wouldn’t know it from the tents pitched on the dusty ground or the crackling fire pit, but Gogo Simon whispers of a different kind of energy. Locals say it’s from Gogo Chihoro, a powerful traditional healer who calls Harare home. Gogo Chihoro’s reputation, you see, precedes her. They say she can do anything. Bring rain with a whisper. Mend a broken heart with a touch. Even send a swarm of bees after a thief, if she’s in the mood. Now, Gogo Chihoro doesn’t live at the Gogo Simon campsite. But those who come here seek her out. They yearn for her wisdom, her connection to the unseen forces that govern life. Gogo Simon, then, becomes a gateway. A place of pilgrimage for those desperate for change, for a touch of the extraordinary. You might not find Gogo Chihoro here at Gogo Simon. But if you listen closely, perhaps, just perhaps, you might hear the whisper of the spirits guiding you towards her.