“Black Boon” is said to have conjured for several years, successfully thrilling his fans.

A middle-aged folk, popularly known after his necromantic excellence as “Black Boon”, is dead. “BB” died on his way to the hospital at the Ndogpassi neighborhood in Douala last Saturday evening, after he gulped a chunk of broken bottles during a magnetic public show. His fans, who were yet to contain the gruesome news, have described the incident as “unfortunate”, given that the magician had impeccably performed more complex acts in different cities across the nation. “I have known BB as a famous conjuror for over 10 years now”, said one of his admirers, Ewane Hughes, entirely lost in thought. “BB did swallow nails and pins, gulp hazardous poisonous substances, excrete pieces of iron and pebbles and belch fire and brimstones. In all these, he has always emerged heroic. I think BB has simply transformed,” the speaker insinuated.

Eyewitnesses say the arrival of “BB” at the Ndogpassi main junction was as eventful as the triumphant entry into Jerusalem; that the tanned skinny conjuror, who wore a threadbare prehistoric gown over a pair of weary English hose, something similar to Mungo Park’s, the legendary West African explorer, had arrived with a naughty team of pipers and vocalists, trailed by dozens of wanton boys, free girls and madmen, who shrieked, cheered and booed in ecstasy. “The musicians danced and coiled like mammals that carried no bones, stirring the soul of their boss who threatened to fly several times,” a hawker, who watched the scenario, said. “The Kiwi-dark magician yelped, screeched and dashed from point to point, releasing a creepy ruddy mamba which puffed and charged towards the crowd, scaring hundreds who crashed in diverse directions. The spiritual melodies amplified, the magician lobbied and caressed the serpent, and then dashed a bare bottle of lager against the earth, and filled and refilled his mouth with the fragmented stuff. The crowd roared. The magician crazed, flushing the sharp pieces beyond his gullet with gouts of red wine,” the hawker recounted.

The spectacle however did not last long. The hawker said “BB” soon quarantined his snake, and helplessly sank by his briefcase, clutching his bottom. “The melodies abruptly stopped. The crowd panicked. The pipers hurried towards their boss, who already vomited lumps of blood. The magician died in a taxi which rushed him to the Ndogpassi district hospital,” the hawker narrated.