The art of being a charlatan is as old as sin itself. And the gullibility of those driven to seek their esteemed advice is so vastly amazing that Satan himself is probably being constantly surprised and wonderfully amused. And when charlatanism and witchcraft are mixed, the force for illusion and deception is multiplied tenfold; credulousness multiplies proportionately.
Throw in desperation and delusions of grandeur and the results can be tragically hilarious and incredible. Over the course of time, countless people have fallen prey to the promises of charlatans and quacks; and the lesson has never been learnt nor will it.
He was no exception. He wanted to get rich. And when the charlatan witchdoctor promised him that, yes, he would get rich, he salivated. The normal reservations that came into his mind when he heard the witchdoctor’s procedure, he rationalized by his belief that the procedure was so extraordinary, such that it really would work.
He was to drink the mixture the witchdoctor was to give him and after he was dead, his wife was to pick the maggots that came out of his body and store them. After a week, he would arise and the maggots would be cash.
He went home and told his wife all about the procedure; she did take some convincing but eventually she bought into the plan, the allure of wealth being too strong. He drank the mixture and after some time, sure enough, the convulsions started, the froth came out of his mouth, his eyes rolled backwards and...he was dead.
The wife wrapped his body and buried it in the other room and waited for the maggots. When the maggots came, she braved the smell; she picked them and stored them. But the week passed and the corpse did not resurrect nor did the maggots turn into cash. The stench became unbearable and the suspicious villagers came knocking at the door...
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