If someone would have told Mamawa that swindling her brother Kwame, over their late father’s bicycle was going to invite trouble in her life, she would have still gone ahead and done it. In fact, she would have quarreled and even beaten up that someone first, for she was that kind of woman. Things like warnings of misery and sufferings didn’t scare her, but provoked her to anger.
So when Kwame pronounced lam–the uncles curse on Mamawa’s sons so that they started urinating on their beds–she only scoffed in contempt, then marched to the sorcerers hut and got a portion that doomed Kwame to standing. So that whenever he attempted to sit down his buttocks would shake so vigorously and his entire body would tremble you would think the odekodek ants had infested him.
If the sorcerer would have warned Mamawa that the saliva of the bewitched would infect her with the curse, she may not have laughed in Kwame’s face, or maybe, she would have still done it. For when Kwame spit on her, she became doomed with the same fate and even the sorcerer couldn’t help her for he had passed away the previous sunset.
And so instead of wallowing in misery, she would cycle to the market every market day and there, she would entertain crowds with her automatic shaking buttocks–at a not-so-small fee of course.
If someone would have told Mamawa that she would become the wealthiest woman in the village because of her brother’s curse on her children. She would have insulted and chased away that someone and then she would have gone to her brother and forced him to curse her children, for she was that kind of woman.
That is the story of the wealthiest woman in our village.