13th
Friday the 13th
So, we saved the fetish market for Friday 13th. It couldn’t be more appropriate. A taxi drive through the poor area of town until we pulled up at the Timber Market. Nothing could have prepared us for the African funeral. The drums rhythmically encourage the Ghana lady into a trance as a large crowd of people wearing black watched on. I can see now why the Christian African people refused to join us. We grabbed a guide who promised to take us to meet the seller of fetish paraphenalia - or voodoo potions and oddments to you and me. The journey took us through a miriad of passage ways. Local faces looking up at us, questioning our presence. When we finally reached our destination our eyes were treated to the most amazing sight of oddments and curiosities. Bat hides, animal skull, snake bones, eggs of all shapes and sizes, and the goal of our journey here - juju dolls. Juju dolls possess magic to bring either good or bad. Some for love and good birth. Some for bringing about divorce. The fetish proprietor introduced us to all the dolls, explaining how we should use them. I purchased a few for the eMotion gang, and asked for permission to take photographs. The dolls were very expensive. Our agent in Accra explained that we were paying for the magic. Similar dolls cost only pennies in the craft market - but they were just bits of wood. Our agent is a god fearing guy, and yet he was very respectful of the power these dolls possess. Shahid is now worried. Not only do we fly home on Friday 13th, but we are also couriers of black magic.
