A poor man goes to the native doctor for help
Native doctor: there is a woman that is the cause of your poverty
Poor man: who is she baba
Native doctor: unknown her name is unknown
Poor man: for doing this to me let her first son die
Native doctor : it is done
Few weeks later
Poor man: baba I have been sick for some time
Native doctor: yes it is the same woman that caused your poverty that is causing this illness and the gods have finally revealed her to me
Poor man : baba please who is she
Native doctor: her name is chioma
Poor man : what! That's my mother's name
Native doctor: okay so who is her first son
Poor man : na me O baba reverse the charm please I don't want to loose my life
Native doctor: sorry my son but it has been done there's nothing I can do. But I have a request for you tell who so ever is making your burial rice not to add too much salt o
