The Witch Tree
When I was a little girl, there used to be a large tree in front of my father's house, I can't clearly
remember but I think it was a Baobab tree.
We used to call it the witch tree because it housed the nest of an owl. The owl usually begins hooting around seven each evening and continues throughout the night.
As a kid, it was very frightening and once it began hooting, nothing on this whole earth could make me step outside of the house.
One particular evening, a little boy of about seven years was brought to the tree, he was tied to it and a man in black clothes began beating him with a broom stick, claiming that the boy trapped the soul of his parents inside the tree. I don't know if he actually did that or not but what I do know is that the next morning, my dad and our other neighbours gathered together and brought down the tree.
remember but I think it was a Baobab tree.
We used to call it the witch tree because it housed the nest of an owl. The owl usually begins hooting around seven each evening and continues throughout the night.
As a kid, it was very frightening and once it began hooting, nothing on this whole earth could make me step outside of the house.
One particular evening, a little boy of about seven years was brought to the tree, he was tied to it and a man in black clothes began beating him with a broom stick, claiming that the boy trapped the soul of his parents inside the tree. I don't know if he actually did that or not but what I do know is that the next morning, my dad and our other neighbours gathered together and brought down the tree.