Mason Barry Thursday 9 May 2013
Not all sangomas are to be trusted. There are those who deal in the black arts, selling muti made from harvested human body parts. They promise to get you your heart’s desire, no matter the cost.
Sangomas are rampant and often add to the squatter problem. So, in 2001, the city of Johannesburg allotted 300 market spaces to sangomas.
The shop I visited was dark and mysterious, with animal parts hanging from the ceiling, candles and concoctions for every ache, bones, sticks, and magic books. Everything has a price, but not all of it was affordable. The taller the order, the higher the price.
I purchased what he promised was very strong muti for a very strong cough. I don’t know if it will work. But if it does, he and I will be doing business again.
(this is a fictional news item related to the new novel The Bookseller’s Secret by Catherine Jordan)