Walking towards Ojuelegba-UnderBridge this morning, I saw people forming crowd around this boy. I cleared my way through the crowd to see the boy- a danfo conductor, scratching his body and rolling on the ground, groaning. In the mutterings of the crowd, I could pick that the boy has been cursed with juju by a passenger- an old man who he insulted after dropping him off at the wrong bus-stop. Quic
kly, I remembered that palm-oil should relieve him (My grandma once told me palm oil would neutralize any juju). So I ran to the nearby canteen and begged the women who were also standing with arms akimbo- watching and clapping their hands sympathetically. I returned with a plate of palm-oil and one of the Area Boys collected it and with others, he was forced to drink it. I clenched my fists to subdue my shivering, as my mind prayed for his recovery. I have never seen this kind of thing in my life except for Nollywood films.
