This is the story of an African witch doctor who helped his clients to become wealthy, win political positions and kill opponents and enemies.To acquire his powers the witch doctor had to make regular sacrifices to spirits which gave him powers to kill and make people wealthy or poor. He sacrificed his children and his wives ..until there was nothing more except himself to sacrifice to the spirits.
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The story set in present Nigeria where politicians, young lovers and business rrivaks seek out malams and babalawos to help them get ahead of their opponents.Charms, incantations , human and animal sacrifices were the order of the day. Getting ahead of the enemey was often much more than merely wining elections. Oponnets were killed
Nothing to sacrifice is the story of village Christian boy whftose life was threatened by a witchcraft who was working for his son to win over the love of girl.
the ruthless witch doctor did not spare anyone that came his way.
He made tons of Naira form otherwise educated rich men and women who thronged to him to kill their opponents.
the powers he witch doctor welded needed to be regularly replenished by the spirits. The payments that the spirits accepted were animal and human bloods.
As the witch doctor got more powerful he needed to sacrifice more person.
He did not spare his children.
When the spirits emended more payment and there was nothing left to sacrifice he had to give his life.
The novel captures recent happening's in Nigeria where ritual killings have been rampant and stories of disappearance of people are becoming regular realities
After he had performed all the required sacrifices, Adamu had gone back to the shrine to perform some further rituals
“Do you have the picture of the man?”
“Yes” the business man answered. He opened his diary and took out a colour picture of his rival. Adamu, as he had done times without number, placed the picture in a box. He closed it and stood up to make incantations.
Then he took a needle and pierced the picture at the forehead. Another needle went through the heart. Then he started another round of incantations. It was at this time that hell was let loose. A strong wind blew into the room. This had never happened before. The gourd, a black sooty gourd that was suspended above his seat fell down. Inside were bits of different parts of human body which scattered over the room. The businessman was frightened. He opened the door and ran out.
From that moment Adamu knew that he was in trouble. He had been warned that whenever the spirits were unhappy with him, something dramatic would happen. He asked the frightened businessman to come back the following day. He literally ran down to the shrine. It was there that he wrestled with the spirits in the shrine and gave in to the demands for more sacrifices.
When the determined businessman got back the following day, the rituals were continued. This time, he asked the businessman to get a broomstick from outside for him. Adamu placed the broomstick on the picture. The broom turned into a snake. Again, the man ran out of the room. Gradually, the snake turned back to a broom after he had poured human blood on it.
“You see this stick?” Adamu said as he handed over the broom stick to the frightened businessman whose hands shook as he collected it
“Drop it in that man’s house. It will turn into a snake and bite him. No medicine can help.”
“Is that all?” the business man asked.
“Yes, you may go.”
The grateful businessman, clad in a well tailored suit went back to his car and brought a polythene bag full with crisp bank notes for Adamu.
As he was driving off, another person came in. This time, a politician who needed help to win elections that had been set by the Military government. Adamu attended to him. Even before he left, a young army officer who felt he ought to be given a political appointment also drove in. That day, Adamu worked late into the night attending to the important personalities who preferred coming under the cover of the night that he didn’t know how much he had collected. He collected so much money that night. The clients, who knew him gave him so much money, those who were coming for the first time tried to find out how much they were to pay. His charges were moderate.
It was not long after he went to sleep that the mysterious fire caught his children’s room. That night only the last child, who was with Eseta was saved. The frightened women fled the house.
“Please, could you count the money for me” he pointed to the five polythene bags full of money. It took Ande three hours to finish counting. Altogether he had collected eight hundred thousand naira, as if the death of his children did not bother him, that same night he attended to more clients. He saw up to ten people.
“How are you, my son?” he asked Ande who went to bid him farewell for the night.
“I am fine”
“How about the mission?”
“Well eh.. I couldn’t get anything.”
“I tried, I sent the girl to him, she said that she collected the hair but was frightened and lost them” Adamu looked sympathetically at his god son. Tears streamed down his eyes, the second time that day.
“So there is nothing that you can do?” he sobbed “Ande even slept with her.”
“He slept with her?”
“Do you have anything of his here?”
“I think, I have the picture we snapped together with him”
“Okay bring it, first thing tomorrow morning.”