When Prima Kadarshi thought a weekend getaway in Bududa would be all tea and scenery, she instead booked a front‑row seat to a witch‑doctor’s “healing” session that could give horror movies a run for their money. According to sources, the alleged shaman waved herbs, chanted in a language no one could decipher, and threatened to turn her into a goat if she didn’t pay up. Prima escaped with a bruised ego, a mysterious scar, and a newfound appreciation for Netflix’s “paranormal” catalog.
The moral of the story? If you hear someone say, “I’ve got a friend who knows a guy,” run the other way – especially if that guy wears a cape made of dried banana leaves.