Prologue:
This is a story of a British doctor and his quest to find any, but any, scientific basis for the African phenomenon known as "juju." It tells a story that weaves generations from the past with those unborn. I would not have believed it myself had I not been present as all the events occurred.
I was one of the "original five," the five doctors to have been invited by the secret service of the Nigerian government. It is not humorous, and certainly not meant to be so. I chronicle these events to the best of my ability, as I remember them now.
PART I: You Can Hide But You Can't Run:
"It goes by many names: Remote control, African technology, Jazz, juju, voodoo, voudan, and even one-touch. All in all, we are talking here about what several like to call black-magic. There have been several explanations given for circumstances whereby this manner of magic was alleged the culprit; in the final analysis, most of us intellectuals believe that misinformation and mis-education have contributed in no small way to the propagation of the myth of black-magic, which, in my opinion, has been used as a tool of fear.
Yes, I say this not just because I have two bachelor degrees and a masters in Psychology, Philosophy and Anthropology. I say this because I have taken it upon myself to do extensive research to study this phenomenon, challenge the would-be forces, and document any actions or inaction occurring therewith."
The five other people looked on in utter and complete disbelief. They could not believe what they were seeing. There they were, all from the topmost scientific agencies in the world, dealing with all aspects of science including metaphysics and supernatural phenomena. All of them were invited to listen to this speech given, in a Nigerian prison, by a "specialist" (as they were told) on black-magic. There was the Doctor from the U.S. the one from the United Kingdom, the one from Russia, the one from Germany, and the West Indian doctor. All had their mouths agape. How could they believe, that in their wildest dreams, they would sit and listen to such an eloquent speech--GIVEN BY A MONKEY!
The monkey continued: "I first started studying this phenomenon when I was told of a Nigerian lady who was supposedly afflicted by 'juju.' This was a few years after I had started my psychiatry practice in England. As a matter of fact, I can remember it just like it was yesterday...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The young psychiatrist opened the door to reveal an unkempt lady in African attire. She looked tired and worn-out, and was breathing heavily. "Doctor, I don't know who else to turn to. I live across the street and you are the only one I can think of who can help..."
"Hold it, hold it, hold it miss. First of all I'm not a medical doctor so if you're coming here because..."
"Look sir, I don't have much time. I know you are a psychiatrist. You must help me. Please come with me. I'll tell you about it as we go..."
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