The Secret Diary of the Witchdoctor's Writer-in-Residence (7)

He cleared his throat. ‘It was a very sad case. Unfortunately my grandfather didn’t teach me anything about curing homosexuality.’ He cleared his throat again and glared at me, ‘Make sure you don’t write anything about this, you hear?’ don’t stop now… read on!

The Secret Diary of the Witchdoctor's Writer in Residence (6)

‘What’s this?’ said the man suspiciously,

‘Girlsmagnet,’ whispered De Sampa conspiratorially, ‘If they like, let them spray all the mansecticide they want, just rub this behind your ears and on your adams apple, let me see who born the girl that will say no!’

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The Secret Diary of the Witchdoctor's Writer-in-Residence (4)

I dearly wanted to remind him that I was not his apprentice, and that confronting Rayo was way beyond anything in the conditions we had agreed… but I knew very well that there was no such thing as a free glass of wine, or roast goat meat for that matter. I sighed heavily and rose to my feet. don’t stop now… read on!