A few years ago, I posted a short piece about the practice of witchcraft in the African nation of Malawi, and, as a result, every six months or so, I get a strange comment in my in-box. Here’s the most recent one. It comes from a man in Lilongwe, Malawi who wants my help “joining” Satanism. Not having a membership package handy, I suggested that he look up my friend Pete, who is presently traveling through Africa, spreading the gospel of heavy metal, taking blood from cattle, and trying to unravel the mysteries of something called Q Fever. (I figure “scientist” and “witch” are probably pretty much interchangeable these days, especially when said scientists are taking blood from animals and studying spontaneous abortion in livestock.)
I was going to forward him information on joining the Santana Fan Club, offering it a the next best thing to joining Satanism, when it occurred to me that Pete might actually need some volunteers in Africa to help with the blood letting.
Speaking of Pete, he was supposed to come back to the U.S. a few days ago, but, as he found the airport in flames when he got to Nairobi, he had to change plans at the last minute. Given the recent State Department warnings concerning the possibility of terrorist attacks in Africa, and the fact that this particular fire just happened to break out on the 15th anniversary of the American Embassy bombings in Nairobi and Tanzania, I’m concerned about my old friend, but he tells me not to worry. He says people in Kenya love Americans… which, I guess, is understandable, given that our President was born there… And, even if that weren’t the case, I guess Pete’s always got Satan looking out for him, right?