of power, religion and hidden parts

Sato night I couldn’t find sleep deep into the night. As I scroll through the radio frequencies, there’s this vernacular station. A story in the offing. Some extrac from the OB (Occurrence book) at kamukunji police station.

Some street preacher gets 4 barren women to pray for and takes them to his office. One by one they queue. One woman narrates.

He started by applying oil over the breasts, to bless where the kid would suck once begotten. Then he has to apply, by means easily descibed as a massage, over the belly- Apparently to bless the womb.

Eventually he has to bless the where the baby would come through. The woman strips in faith (you of little faith!), and the would be healer applies oil over the passage doors in a caring way, wow!. Then the killer-the idea was to bless the passage, we need to push this annoiting. The only available method is his d**k. He enjoys the ride and NEXT! he calls .

May be Ndeya got miracle babies in similar ways- no wonder some have not found their parents upto date.

In the light of such events, I don’t know the power of frustration, naivety and creativity from unsuspecting quarters.