Posted on 08/03/2002 5:27:14 PM PDT by dighton
The selection of sticks belonging to Martin Nagoagoumi, a witchcraft detective, does not bode well for Stephanie as she stands accused of sorcery at the police station in Bangui, the Central African Republics capital.
Stacked under the dusty scales of justice are long, thin canes for beating children, metal poles with flattened tops, and a long wooden stave punched with nails for use on adults who refuse to confess.
Stephanie, 13, an orphan, shakes at the sight of the sticks and tells the detective that she was tricked into becoming a witch. A neighbour, she says, gave her a bowl of soup and after she had eaten it the woman revealed that it contained a human heart. Stephanie, the woman said, now possessed supernatural powers like her own. That night the woman took the girl to a villa belonging to one of the presidential guards where they were to enter the grounds transformed as cats and perform spells. But the soldier was woken by the pair and caught them.
Women and children charged with witchcraft will make up one fifth of the jail population when the countrys national prison, destroyed during the mutinies of 1996 and 1997, is reopened in the next few weeks.
Although belief in sorcery is common in sub-Saharan Africa, the Central African Republics legal system condemns witchcraft as a crime. Alleged witches are pursued with vigour, even though accusations often stem from hearsay, gossip and score-settling.
At Bangui police station, a team of detectives specialises in sorcery. To make the investigators immune to the spells of their suspects, they are routinely injected with vaccinations of herbs by witchdoctors. They say that this is necessary because the number of those practising witchcraft is rising. Hundreds of women, men and children are charged every year with witchcraft offences, and if found guilty are punished by imprisonment and even execution.
One explanation for the increase is the spread of Aids. More than 17 per cent of the population is HIV positive, and deaths from Aids are often attributed to sorcery rather than from unprotected sex or infected blood transfusions.
In the cell next to Stephanies, Ermine Qualigon, 70, admits that she buried a piece of her daughter-in-laws miscarried baby in the hope of making the woman infertile.
My sons wife never gave me any food. When my son and her had meat, they only gave me soup, she says. Her son, a telephone technician, describes to a police officer how his wife became mysteriously thin. He claims that his mother had eaten her flesh.
Children accused of witchcraft are forced to share police cells with adults. No food or medical care is provided. Teenage girls often leave jail pregnant after being raped continually.
In the courts, truth herbs are used to make a suspect confess. As spells often involve burying bits of clothing, snipped clothes are dangled before the jury as evidence. A name cried out by a sick person during sleep after taking a witch doctors herbs is also believed to be a sure way of identifying a witch.
Only a few sceptics in Bangui acknowledge that jealousy and rivalry are at the heart of most accusations of witchcraft. Even lawyers in the city refuse to dismiss the powers of sorcery.
Heads of state have also been firm believers in the practice; the capital is strewn with the abandoned palaces of former presidents as incoming leaders built new residences, fearing the power of the spirits of their deposed predecessors. The many villas and palaces of Jean-Bedel Bokassa, the self-appointed emperor who died in 1996, lie derelict.
The cases of those accused of witchcraft often do not reach court. In Mbaiki, a large town in the south-west of the country, several women accused of witchcraft were recently buried alive. Others have been summarily executed.
We are pushing for fair trials of those accused. Too often citizens take the law into their own hands and trials do not actually take place, says Matthias Morouba, of the Human Rights Observatory, in Bangui.
Moves to give witches a fair trial - and even the opening of the new prison - may be too late for Stephanie, who is due to appear in court soon. I need my mother, she says, as she washes her face in the police stations grounds, trying to ignore the stares of the soldiers.
© Copyright of Telegraph Group Limited 2002.
How sad. Couldn't Bono call on his friend Paul for a generous donation of Alcoa foil?
And on top of that she turned me into a newt.
Speechless.
Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bang bang (x8)
I told the witch doctor
I was in love with you
I told the witch doctor
I was in love with you
And then the witch doctor
He told me what to do
He told me
Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bang bang
Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla bang bang...
Ooo eee ,ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla ,bang bang
Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla bang bang
I told the witch doctor
You didn't love me true
I told the witch doctor
You didn't love me nice
And then the witch doctor
He game me this advice
Chorus...repeat x4
You've been keeping love from me
Just like you were a miser
And i'll admit I wasn't very smart
So I went out and found myself
A guy that's so much wiser
And he taught me the way to win your heart.
My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to say
My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to do
I know that you'll be mine
When I say this to you
Chorus...
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