According to my culture, the Akamba. people, you were not supposed to go to hospital once you fall sick,
Our forefathers used to believe that dancing around the anthill at midnight would bring forth cure,
So whoever was ailing would be guided by an older person to perform the dance ritual,
But first you were to hang triangular pieces of a broken calabash tied with sisal strings on your ears,

It was a sign of submission to the ancient gods that they may accept your offering,
At the split of the night, the journey would begin, under the moonlight you would go,
Determined to face the anthill god of healing , they said he loved the beats of a traditional drum,
So the elderly person would hang a drum made from animal skin across his shoulder,

It was expedition of hope, the jackals and foxes would raise their ears in amazement,
At the midst of the sacred forest, the ceremony would begin,
Everything would stop abruptly, snakes woul stop hissing while wild dogs would pause their steps a bit,
Just to listen to the rhythmical drum beats of the dark master, the god of healing!

In a circuitous manner the sick person would dance emphatically to impress the gods,
Nodding, shaking shoulders and wobbling their legs in an electrical manner,
This would continue up to the seventh round without stopping,
Then the seeker would drop the pieces of calabash into the middle hole, and head back home free from infirmity!!!