A juju man’s curse is killing me, she said…
That’s what she wrote the other week. She was from Hackney and said a juju man had hit her with a heavy hex – a baleful curse that was wrecking her life. First her marriage had dissolved – her husband seemed to have a brainstorm. Previously faithful he started going with women. Two a week she said. “If he couldn’t pick one up, he paid for hookers.”
Then she lost her job, and then her daughter stopped talking to her over a boyfriend issue. “It was nothing, but she went crazy, said she was disownin’ me.”
After that, and not surprisingly, she became depressed. “But Doc,” she said. “It wasn’t normal depression. It was gloom and sadness that make me sick to the stomach. I just know somethin’ wrong. I know I been spiritually poisoned.”
I did an in-depth reading and the upshot was she’d been hit with heavy hex artillery.
“I don’t know who did this to you,” I said. “But he or she is one evil mofo.”
Turned out she’d crossed the path of a baleful and evil, not to mention terrifying, juju man from London – a guy known as The Leopard Man. Prof. Crow and I have had some run-ins with The Leopard Man. We had to deal out some hardcore firepower to hold him back. He’s wiped out a number of conjure workers in town. But he won’t start on us again.
I can’t disclose how it was my client had a run-in with The Leopard Man. It must remain confidential. Suffice to say, it was through no fault of her own. She literally walked in to an inferno scenario totally by accident. But The Leopard Man shows no mercy. Worse still, it is said, he can kill from a distance. Like I say, he doesn’t try anything with the Prof and I. But he’s all too happy to stomp down innocent people.
My client, by the way, is now on the mend. I did a Joe the Preacher working for her and her life is now slowly getting back on track. Her and her daughter are speaking again and she’s got a new job – a good one.
What I will say is, if you are in London, take care not to cross the path of The Leopard Man.