I am lost in the songs and the firelight, and so I don't see the Fireman begin the first serving of the sacred plant. […] Next comes the tea, […] and at last a mason jar full of a mixture of tea, powder, and shredded cactus affectionately called peyote gravy.]

I spend about Sh200 on food daily; Sh50 on breakfast (tea with two mandazis), a Sh100 lunch that comprises a plate of githeri with avocado and another Sh50 supper that is ugali and sukuma wiki.

One morning she had me traipsing out at the crack of dawn for prickly poppy, toadflax, spiderwort, and skeleton weed. If that doesn't sound like the makings of a witch's brew, then I'm the queen of England.

Do ye want me to become a sleuth, or engage detectives to track the objects of your erroneous philanthropy?