A man living in Africa suffered terribly with psoriasis, had it for 25
yrs, seen every Dr. available, driving him mad. He was talking to a
bloke he knew vaguely one day, and this chap said " Why don't you see a
Sangoma (witch doctor)in the township " This was something he hadn't
thought about, so next day off he went. The Sangoma looked at him and
said, "You must kill your good friend, chop him up , boil him down, and
skim off the fat from the pot , let it cool and set. When it is set you
must rub it in over all the infected skin.
The man thought that it was a bit over the top, and for a few days he
thought about it. The irritation was especially bad a few days later, so
the chap rang his chum up and said " Come over for a few beers". When
his chum arrived ,he struck him heavily with a large hammer, cut him up,
boiled him down and skimmed off the fat as he'd been told. After 3
applications there was marvellous relief. The man was jubilant, and
rushed off to see the sangoma. He asked the sangoma " What do you call
this magic medicine ?" The sangoma replied
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Palo'mine lotion.



Reply With Quote
