EARLY one morning, I saw a man carried into town who looked as though he were ready to die. My assistance was not desired. The amen (man who communicates with the devil) had told them that the krefe (devil) was vexed with the man, and had hit him in the stomach. Of course, the only thing to do was to beg the krefe to remove the injury he had inflicted.
A few days after, I was asked to go over and see what I could do for the man. I did so. It was not long before he was able to return to his work, for it was simply an acute attack of stomach trouble. His family wondered when I told them that the remedies used had no effect on the krefe.
Another patient, who had pneumonia, was not so fortunate. Her friends consulted me. On the third day, we could see signs of improvement; but her family became impatient, and consulted the krefe. The next morning, I did not find my patient. She had been moved to another town. In a few days, we attended her funeral.
The people are so given up to the worship of devils that if their krefe accuses them of anything, they will confess that it is true, even though it is not.
