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Memoirs of a village witch

The old dirty looking women in our society are always tagged with the assertion that they belong to one secret cult or the other and that many misfortunes that happens to young people around them were always caused by this set of old people. Is this true? One can only imagine how we always perceive our shortcomings and our resolve not to look inward for anything that might happens to us but so quick to shift blame to others.
The difference between greatness is not in how successful we are or unsuccessful we might think we are, but in the way we manage all the opportunities that comes our way, many people have different definition for success, and this is what drive individuals to come up with a goal or goals in other to be successful.
Blaming someone else for unfortunate events or happenings that most times is within the logic of human understanding is what we tagged “our village witch”, but because we are so mischievous in our way of thinking we tend to ignore the truth right in our face and chose lies and shroud it with invincible thing that wasn’t the case. This has caused us to tag old women, who had gone ugly after old age had caught up with them, or young girls who we just attribute unfortunate circumstances to them as village witch and tag these people to have powers they don’t have and charge them with something they know nothing about while expecting them to confess something they didn’t do.
Our actions as an African living in Africa is so based on perceived fear of unknown and our resolve not to study or research events and past events and come up with an easy solution to events we found not favoring what we want.
There is a village witch in every society in Africa, especially among the illiterate and semi-illiterate communities. The stories are always the same, a young man or woman set a goal, tries to achieve the goal after careful planning and taking all things into consideration but met a brick wall in the pursuit or what seems to be a perfect plan fails. Instead to re-strategize, he/she looks back and remembers that he/she had had a fight with and old woman or man and immediately concludes that it is these people that make he or she fails on his/her perfect plans. Or in another scenario a man/woman already had a mind that all people are of the devil and a situation present itself and he/she concludes that it is the presence of this person that causes the event that is unfolding without any proof to substantiate the claim.
Having said this, there is no doubt that some events happens and it can’t be explained but that is as common as what can be explained and what can’t. we just need to stop putting blame and try tackling each situation after a lot of thought on the cause of it and not too myopic in our thought process.
Let’s enjoy some memoirs on different events that are happening and had happened to help us in looking forward. I called it the memoirs of our village witch.

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