Pseudo-Landmark

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The efficacy of juju.

An unexplained phenomenon will remain a mysterious myth until its knowledge is gotten.

Volcanic eruption was once considered supernatural, until knowledge came.

People prayed for rain then, but with silver linen, rain can now be induced over an area (at a cost.)

If a man believed to possess great charm was harmed, and the next place he could go to for healing is an orthodox hospital, then, something is amiss with the juju.

Juju, is real or not, I'm yet to see a charm that can withstand Asteroid.

Let's learn well.

© FERT, 2019

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