Map showing Bomi Hills and many other parts of Liberia
Special welcome and thank you to Martin for sending this map to us.
I am going to tell you the story about a witchdoctor whom I saw myself.
My family had moved from the Holland to Bomi Hills, Liberia. I had only
been there for three months when my wallet containing about one hundred
dollars was stolen. Two more bachelors had previously lost some money too in
the same house and they had to report it to the local police. A few days
later a witchdoctor came by to see the three of us who had had our wallets
stolen. He asked us to explain exactly what had happened and we told him the
entire story.
At once, the witchdoctor asked for a private corner to settle down. He then
instructed his assistant to begin building up a fireplace. We all became
surprise when the guy pulled out a machete (cutlass). He told his assistant
to lay it in the red, red-hot flaming fire. Since there were a couple of guys
working in the house at the time of the incident, they were obviously
suspects. The witchdoctor mumbled some chants, did his ritual thing and said
some hair-raising words in his local tribe. There were all sorts of color of nd
him. He then lined up all the suspects who worked in the house and explain to
them in the Liberian pigeon English that the red-hot machete in the fire
would single out those who had stolen the wallets.
He told them that the red-hot steaming machete would gently slide off the leg of anyone who did not
steal the wallet but that it would immediately melt off on the leg of a person who was involved in the theft. He began to mumble some more words and told each one to advance towards him taking one slow step after the other. Then in a scary low pitch tone voice he turned to the already trembling suspects and asked, “IS THE THIEF HERE AND DO YOU WISH TO CONFESS NOW OR LET
THE THING MELT ON YOU?
To our astonishments all three guys standing shaking vigorously denied the allegation. So the witchdoctor proceeded to conduct his mysterious investigation. He told the first in line to step forward; with all eyes
stretched open the witchdoctor grabbed the fire hot metal, and struck it against the guy’s leg. Surprisingly, nothing happened. The second man came forward and nothing happened. Then the number three man came along and boy you have never seen such a melting blister on a leg. After that, he confessed and broke down sobbing telling the witchdoctor where the wallets, some rings and other missing stuff were. I write this as much as I can remember, it is no joke and should not be taken lightlyâ�¦… I SAW THE ABOVE INCIDNET BEFORE MY OWN EYES AND I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT.
To a degree, there is something mysterious about black magic, African
witchdoctor or a Juju man. The one thing that baffles me is whether these
acts are mass hypnosis and if so, how do they do it. —Story by Captain Highspeed
– rewritten by Ambrose — thank you so much!