I learn this from Bonifatius Mbwale.
He is known to lie, but to tell a proper story both truth and lies are often employed.
Bonifatius is a man of such power that it is better to believe him than not, for to contradict him can lead to many evils.
Bonifatius tell me, “You walk around Benguela and see a white beach, a casino, a stretch of lawn green as seaweed. But I see a fleet of slave ships, a row of log cages in the sand, a mother weeping as her child is tied to a tree and whipped.”
Bonifatius tell me the ghosts cannot abide the blindness of those who walk through them. He say they compel him to make the witch magic as he does, to sicken these people and remind them of the suffering they ignore.
Bonifatius tell me that all ghosts must have their blood tribute.