Man-eating snakes or shape-changing men, you decide

I remember it like it was yesterday.  The town of Buea, headquarters of Cameroon’s Southwest region, was abuzz with excited horror.  Tongues were wagging non-stop, stories passing from ear to ear in rapid pidgin. In one of the high-class hotels in the town’s university quarter, a man – thought to be a senior government official – had turned into a python and swallowed a young, female university student. Continue reading


The possessed tom cat

On a typical evening in Mombasa, an old coastal island on the Indian Ocean, the air is usually heavy and humid.  Local inhabitants and tourists will often be seen sitting in groups, in open air restaurants and cafés or on their front porches. They tell stories and call out to passers-by until late into the night. In the narrow alleys on the less attractive part of town, less savory characters are known to peddle the wares of the night, bodies and drugs. At least that is what I’ve heard. I would be lying if I said that I’d seen it with my own two eyes. Continue reading