There was once this girl, the daughter of parents who are both day laborers on a farm goes to a nice middle-class private school. Being that her parents are but mere laborers, most of their money goes towards her tuition, and thus, her clothes are not the most fashionable. On the other hand, three of her classmates whose parents also work on the same farm dress in the latest fashions and always have extra money to buy nice meals, and flaunt it extravagantly.
One day the girl, tired of looking so poor, and envying these seemingly rich girls, approaches them and inquires, “how are you able to afford nice things? Your parents are peasants just like mine, how can they afford these things?” The nicely dressed girls look at each other knowingly, and reply to the girl, if you really want to dress nicely like we do, meet us in this very spot after school.
After school, the girl goes to the designated meeting place, and the three girls arrive shortly after. Eagerly, the girl dressed in drab clothes demands that they tell her how it is they are able to afford such amazing things. The girls tell her they have a friend who made this all possible, and if she’d like to they will introduce him to her. She obliges, and they make way to the mysterious friend’s house.
As they are walking to this person’s house, she notices that they are heading out of the middle class city into a poorer, less reputable part of the countryside. She wonders aloud, how exactly someone who lives in such a shanty part of the country can provide these girls with such sums of money. The girls tell her to keep quiet; all questions will be answered by their friend.
Upon arriving at the friend’s house, the girls turn to her, and with a foreboding look warn her to keep quiet as they talk to her friend, and to never speak of this place to anyone, ever. At this point, she’s both apprehensive and curious on just who exactly this friend is. They knock on the door, and shortly after, the door opens, and the girl’s heart drops to the pit of her stomach.
It is very apparent that this “friend” of these girls is nothing more than a witch doctor. Being raised as a ███████████, she was taught from birth, by her parents to stay far, far away from witch doctors; do not inquire of them, do not speak to them, and if ever she were to encounter one, to get as far away from them as quickly as possible. But she was tired of living how she did. She was tired of being made fun of, not being able to have nice things, not being popular—and so she stood there. It took everything she had to go against what her parents had taught her, but she stood there quietly and let the girls speak.
After a quick exchange with the doctor, who looked a little frustrated, he motioned for the girl to come to him. He said to her, “your friends have told me what you seek from here, I won’t be the one to grant your wish, but it will be an entity much more powerful than me—you need to understand this.” She doesn’t quite understand, but she wants so badly to have nice things, she nods her head.
The doctor begins his ceremony, lighting his candles, mixing his potions…only that every time he lights his candles, the tiny flames go out, and when he mixes his various potions, there is no reaction. Puzzled, he tries it again…nothing happens. Over and over he tries, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, nothing seems to work. Suddenly, with a sudden realization, he looks up at the girl and asks what religion are you? Somewhat puzzled, she quietly responds “███████████.” The doctor’s eyes grow wide and he jumps up, telling her, “leave here now! You do not belong here. There is nothing I can do for you.”
The girl bursts into tears and begs and pleads. She tells him that she is so tired of her life, and so desperately wants this. Feeling sorry for the girl, he tells her to wait there, and says he needs to consult someone, and then quickly disappears into the back room. The girls look puzzled at each other, as they know that no one else is in the house but the five of them. The man returns and whispers to the girl, “although the man I work for is a very powerful man, that does not mean some things are impossible for him to do,”
“But I re—”
“However,” he interrupts the girl, “however, he will be able to help you if you show him a sign of good faith, and your willingness. After all, you must give in order to receive.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” the girl whimpers.
“Good,” the doctor replies, “follow me.”
He leads the group into his backyard and points to a pig pen. He says to her, “the man I work for says that he will only be able to help you if you go into that pig pen and roll around in the mud with them.” The girl’s eyes the man with disbelief; the three other girls wear the same expression. This is new to them, their ceremony went by so easily; much quicker…less messy too. The girl eyes the three other girls, and then the man, sighs, and marches towards the pig pen.
She gets down on her knees, gagging at the smell. She lies on her back, hoping inside that this humiliation is worth it, that this will be the last time she’ll ever wear dirty clothes. She lays on her back in the muddy pigpen and…
She doesn’t move.
A minute passes, three minutes pass, then five. The doctor calls out to her, “you have to roll around in it!” She still doesn’t move. The three girls stare at each other nervously, then look to the doctor, who himself is confused. After ten minutes or so, they four cautiously walk up to the pig pen, to the girl and they see that she is dead—her neck broken.