Brakwa; the thief, my phone and the Fetish Priest. 🧙‍♂️🪄

 

What began as a serene getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life quickly spiraled into an unexpected adventure during my countryside vacation. My uncle, with his persistent invitations, finally convinced me to visit his secluded home, nestled 4 kilometers from the main town, devoid of electricity. The lack of modern amenities meant my phone needed charging in town, a task entrusted to my cousins on their way to school.

Upon my arrival, I was warmly welcomed with delicious local cuisine and the affectionate attention of my uncle. The days that followed were filled with engaging rural activities such as farming, weeding, and hunting for bush meat. It was a refreshing change of pace, a chance to embrace the simplicity of countryside living.

However, the tranquility was abruptly shattered when my cousins returned home one afternoon, tears streaming down their faces, and my phone conspicuously absent. My heart sank as the reality of the situation set in. Despite my uncle's efforts to track down the phone through a community radio announcement, we were left with no clues or leads.

In a surprising turn of events, my devout Catholic uncle decided to take an unconventional approach. He chose to consult a local fetish priest.

The ritual involved peculiar offerings: buying a bottle of schnapp, 7 white eggs, a yard of white and red calico, local gin, and to our amazement, it worked. A man came to the shrine, shouting and confessed to stealing the phone, which he had hidden in a public toilet.

The incident drew a crowd, turning into a spectacle of what I now call a "black magic exposé." The thief's family compensated for my troubles by paying for the cost I incurred, and finally handing him over to the police to take it from there. 

As the dust settled on the bizarre events, I found myself reflecting on the peculiar blend of tradition and modernity that had unfolded before me. The experience at the fetish priest's shrine was a stark reminder of the rich cultural tapestry that exists in rural areas, where ancient customs and beliefs still hold sway over everyday life.

The townsfolk, having witnessed the dramatic recovery of my phone, were abuzz with chatter. It seemed as though the entire community had come together, united by the strange series of events. My uncle, once again the center of attention, was lauded for his decisive actions, despite the unconventional methods employed.

As my vacation draws to a close, I am preparing to return to the city, my heart full of gratitude for the unexpected adventure and the warmth of my uncle's hospitality. The curious case of the missing phone had not only provided a thrilling tale to share but had also deepened my understanding of the cultural nuances that define the vibrant community of Breman Brakwa.

With my phone safely in hand and a trove of memories to cherish, I bid farewell to the countryside, promising myself to return soon. The vacation had indeed become a journey of discovery, one that left me eager to explore more of the world's hidden stories and the fascinating traditions that shape them.

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~Freeman.