You all know by now that I'm an impassioned believer in diversity and cultural equivalence. After all, how could I not be? Barry Andrews, our esteemed Minsiter for Something or Other, assures us that ‘diversity is strength’. And if he thinks that, it's good enough for me.
But sometimes, in the wee small hours, a flicker of doubt crosses my mind, only to be briskly dismissed, as quickly as it came. Yet the doubts resurfaced this morning, as I sat down to a meager breakfast of muesli and tofu. You see, I read this story from Ghana, which, as every schoolboy knows, is a poster child for African success.
The story, from Modern Ghana.com concerns Olivia, a reformed witch. She seemingly was ‘given the witchcraft spirit by her paternal grandmother at the age of five’. According to Olivia the other witches ordered her to bring her mother down to the camp to be slaughtered for one of their numerous feasts "since I had been feasting on other witches' meat and had never brought any meat to the camp for a feast."
Well, that sounds fair enough to me.
Over to Olivia again. "Because of their threat to kill me, which I knew they could do, I had no option but to spiritually take my mother to the camp the following day to be slaughtered. They gave my mother's heart to me to eat and our queen witch feasted on my mother's head as our culture demands"
I can understand that, and it doesn’t for one minute impair my belief in cultural equivalence. I'm sure those Norwegians and Swiss get up to pretty awful things too, but of course we never hear about that.
Overall, an enthralling story. And one which gives whole new meanings to ‘have a heart’ and ‘having mother for dinner’