It all started when I and my younger brother were sent to fetch firewood by our mother…. It was just like our village ….. on getting to the forest, we had gathered enough bunch of firewood and were ready to go home, than I was pressed, so I was about urinating when I saw an old woman, with a cane on her hand , she asked me to come, I was afraid but later approached her with confidence, she gave me the cane and asked me to flog my brother with it, that my brother is evil ….I said no; he’s my blood brother, he’s not evil, besides, who are you?.........
She didn’t say anything but rather brought out a powdery substance and emptied it on my head, at that moment, I didn’t know what came over me …….. I approached my brother in an anger and started flogging him brutally, I kept beating him until he failed down, shouting why brother are you doing this to me? I didn’t listing but continued beating him till he lay like a dog ready to be butchered in an abattoir…………….

The old woman approached, “my brother had cool off” with his body full of blood and scars of cane, the woman carried him to her basket and vanished…………I turned back and front but couldn’t see her anymore…………..then I came to my senses and shouted no!!!!! I started crying till I woken by the barking dog....

what could this mean???

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