MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF A WITCH
It was a cold morning. I must start the journey at the first crow of the cock.
I was told to stop at the market and walk towards the narrow path on the left to Nkami. It is a silent road. The birds knew a stranger was walking on the path to
It was a cold morning. I must start the journey at the first crow of the cock.
I was told to stop at the market and walk towards the narrow path on the left to Nkami. It is a silent road. The birds knew a stranger was walking on the path to
the black pot.
I must not miss the tree on the junction to Egali where a child is waiting to take me to the house of a witch.
The child welcomed me with a smile and told me the journey is a long one. It requires no sleep.
We walked seven days and nights to Oboni the lonely
I must not miss the tree on the junction to Egali where a child is waiting to take me to the house of a witch.
The child welcomed me with a smile and told me the journey is a long one. It requires no sleep.
We walked seven days and nights to Oboni the lonely
land. There are houses in Oboni but nobody lives in them.
There is one black goat in Oboni. It stands with a frown at the entry of the town.
Listen to the story on a new edition of State Affairs on Bush Radio streaming on Facebook (Edmund Obilo)
Saturday @ 10pm.
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There is one black goat in Oboni. It stands with a frown at the entry of the town.
Listen to the story on a new edition of State Affairs on Bush Radio streaming on Facebook (Edmund Obilo)
Saturday @ 10pm.
@bushradio24
