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I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion.Ten hours of steady rain had driven to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
The peasants came like swarms of flies and buzzed the name of god a hundred times to paralyse the evil one.
With candles and lanterns throwing giant scorpions on the mud baked walls
my mother twisted through and through groaning on the mat.my father,sceptic,rationalist trying every curse and blessing,powder,mixture,herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
After 20 hours it lost it sting. my mother only said Thank God the scorpion stung me and not my children.
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