The poor child groaned
while his mother moaned
''Ah, he's possessed,
ah, he's been bewitched'',
she finally bemoaned.
To the witchdoctor she sped
and was back with murky potions
such yucky stinky lotions
those mythical concoctions
The woman obeyed the wily witchdoctor
Placed belief in that traditional healer
and the poor child still groaned
but his mama no longer moaned
After two days of treatment
and no lessening of predicament
she thought he needed
something more potent
When all it turned out to be
was a toothache!
But she would hear of no dentist
like all quacks her witchdoctor
had fooled her five senses
for his spells and his chants
held her too in a trance
Quite a weird weirdo is he
Beware the medicine-man!
It, s hard to smile when your teeth hurt. The pain is less with love and care from your care giver,
Wow with teeth aching over many years.l feel the pain. love the poem. Pup
OMG! Agreed that 75% of spiritual healers are quacks I can give examples of a 1000 who can remove all pains instantly. In the West these are ridiculed. I am famous in Mumbai for curing the heart. All monitors change readings in 60 seconds and heart attack is gone. Patient is out of ICCU next day. The voodoo man you encountered must be a quack. Spiritualism is very much alive.
We all know the reality about witch-doctors, and even then some time or later we all get trapped by them...it points out a flaw in human psychology...the frailty of nature...or some complexes...La Soaphia is very right...
An interesting poem.The comic seriousness with which the subject matter is dealt makes the poem a good read.
thanks for the story and somewhat-humor here. i'm glad my wife didn't take me to a witchdoctor for my diarrhea. but she did give me stinky japanese herbal stuff to swallow. thanks for your comment on motel room poem. it didn't really happen to my friend but i'm sure it has happened to some. bri
I tell you the truth the modern doctors are not too much better either. I grow up to 15 yrs age without any doctor, but my mother had more knowledge then the doctors today. I had many pneumonia which was cured by just let me sweat then she gave me next day a bottle of wine to sip on and the third day I went to school. This happened many times and I never needed antibiotics. And n that time we were starving, no food, no many things. Even today I do not like doctors who wants to drug you up and when someone dies, they say, he was old anyway, because doctors cannot heal. Only we can be healed ourselves, if we have the faith that God shows us the way clearly what to do, because sickness comes from our thinking and the life style we pick up after. Healing is within us. Adding to this I do not like dentists either, so I am never sick and have the high hope I never need any of them. And if I do, I shall face it. You brought up a good subject on my memory lane.
Hi. I read your work. It's nice and I like the narrative way of it. The meaning is also great. We should avoid superstitions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work of illustrative nature.all comments are trustworthy especially of lasaophia, shahzi, and dr.