My story

I woke up by 2am because my goat was shouting like it saw a ghost.
As a young native doctor, I carried my red cloth, my calabash, and my confidence. I stepped outside slowly… only to discover my neighbor’s goat was eating my cassava again.

I shouted, “Spirit of the ancestors, punish this goat!”
Immediately the goat stopped, looked at me… and continued eating.
That was the day I realized even the spirits were tired of my village drama.

The next morning, villagers still came for consultation. One man said,
“Great healer, I need money rituals.”
I looked at my empty pocket and replied,
“My brother, if it truly worked like magic, would I still owe the akara woman?”

Since then, my shrine has become half spiritual center, half comedy house. Even my customers come with offerings and leave with laughter.