Living in Cheribaa, provided me with the opportunity of meeting a lot of people. Not only were there several houses on the immediate compound on which I lived, which exposed me to teachers, nurses, preachers, masons, farmers, traders and students. There were also nearby compounds and also individual private homes inhabited by residents from all walks of life. Giving me occasion not only to visit with them every now and then, but also to learn about Ghana’s culture and mores. I discovered that there were many Ghanaians living in foreign countries. They sent money back to their districts to build well appointed, beautiful and ostentatious homes. These same people returned to their homeland frequently. Not only to spend time in the mansions on which they had lavished their wealth. But also to fellowship with their families. The two young men who accompanied Ms. Edith to come and meet me, on the night of my arrival in Berekum, were well informed. She initially referred to them as her brothers. But as time progressed I discovered that claiming that certain unrelated people were your brothers or sisters, if they were close friends, was a well established Ghanaian custom. They gave me a lot of help whenever I needed to program my phone. They knew all of the necessary codes to be utilized when adding Air Time, Data, or accessing Vodafone special promotions. One of them visited with me one weekday morning, and we chatted casually. I took down my suitcase and showed him two brand new Samsung Galaxy Tablets that I had taken with me to Ghana; along with a brand new smartphone. Just displaying these electronic luxuries to his view was an error on my part. As we read in scripture, “…Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.” Matthew 6:3. (NKJV). Also, “Whoever guards his mouth and tongue
keeps his soul from troubles.” Proverbs 21:23. (NKJV). The eternal veracity of these words of wisdom, were about to be deeply engraved upon my mind. For about five minutes, I made the subsequent mistake of leaving him in my room unattended, with my open suitcase on my bed. While I strolled out onto the porch to talk with someone who needed some information from me. This was a serious miscalculation of judgment, that I lived to regret. We are repeatedly warned in scripture, “It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man. It is better to trust in the Lord Than to put confidence in princes.” Psalm 118:8-9. (NKJV). The grave implication of these words is that under no circumstances should any sensible person confide absolutely in another human being, regardless of his status. The only personage deserving of our complete trust and confidence is Jehovah. Primarily since, “The heart is deceitful above all things, And desperately wicked; Who can know it? Jeremiah 17:9. (NKJV). Immediately after I returned to my room, he proceeded to leave with his duffel bag over his shoulder. I didn’t search him before he left, nor did I make any attempt to check on my property. I foolishly trusted him. I just don’t know why. Especially since he was just another man. Similar to Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh. Both of those seafaring Captains, routinely pirated the seas during the reign of Elizabeth 1 of England. Plundering and robbing Spanish Galleons, laden with gold and other treasures. As they were returning to Spain from the New World. I zipped up my suitcase and returned it to where it was normally kept. On top of the large wardrobe in the bedroom. Two days later I decided that I needed to do a search on Google. I took down my suitcase from it’s usual place. Opened it, and tried to retrieve my Samsung Galaxy Tablet. But it was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere, beneath my mattress, inside of the wardrobe, in my larger pockets, under the bed and even beneath the television table. I was soon forced to conclude that it was gone. I reported the matter to Ms. Edith and her immediate reaction was, “Jesus Christ.” For her, this was a catastrophe because I had solemnly promised to give her one of the smartphones. I told her that her younger brother had taken it. He was given the opportunity (since he was left in my room, alone, for five minutes); and he certainly had a motive (he earnestly yearned for one of those devices). She immediately went to the other end of the property and summoned her two so called brothers. I explained to them that I liked them both; that I had no desire for this matter to proceed any further; since I knew that my tablet was in their possession. I warned them to return my Tablet promptly because if they didn’t then I would have to report the matter to the police. That development would be extremely bad for both of them. presumably, they had conspired together to perpetrate this crime. Such a complaint would cost me four hundred cedis (US$200.00 at the time). Thereafter, they would both be arrested, beaten mercilessly and locked up. My entreaties fell upon deaf ears. They both denied vehemently that they knew anything about the subject, and left my room. Ms. Edith withdrew immediately and went into the Town of Berekum, where she consulted with a Juju doctor. He informed her that my Samsung Galaxy tablet was in their custody, within their room. Since they had not sold it. Ms. Edith immediately returned to where they were living and informed them of exactly what the Juju doctor had told her. Then she delivered an ultimatum to both of them. If they refused to surrender the tablet immediately. She would obtain the requisite amount of money from me, and fix both of them for seven years! They understood her perfectly. They were prepared to risk falling into the hands of the Ghana police. But they were certainly not prepared to risk being placed beneath the curse of a warlock. They disappeared into their room, brought out the tablet, returned it to her, protesting that they had never stolen it but had only borrowed it. At that time I clearly understood that Black Magic was deeply entrenched in Africa; it was widely practiced throughout Ghana; and was feared by the citizens, who regarded the practitioners thereof with terror.
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Once again a very interesting story. This practice of Juju must be widespread. It seems to have crept into the religious sector of the country as well. I hope that changes comes soon.
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