In the 90s a senior chief and a distant relation had a title with the former Oba of Benin. One night the head priest from the Oba palace started doing juju in front of the chief’s palace in plain view of everyone. Next day the Chief was dead. Juju right? Actually no. He was also our family friend and patient. He was diabetic and hypertensive. Did not comply with treatment and preferred herbs. He died of a stroke. Sure the priest killed him. However not with juju, but scared him to death. When my father died, I was abroad. My aunties were already sharing his lands. I returned and was told by two different elderly people that my aunties were doing juju so that I will forget home. Don’t believe, did not work. Took all my dad’s properties back and disowned them. All stories you hear are always the same. “I know someone who saw” which later change to “I saw” Had a friend who was told about a man who touched someone with a ring from ijebu and the other man could not get off the floor. Years later he narrated the story again. This time he saw it happen.