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As time went by, I realized that Father Jumpe had discovered an unorthodox way to
profit from seizing the knowledge about herbs that Mukono and his wife Domitilla possessed. While
he was a smart Pygmy, she was a matriarch, counselor, healer, and midwife of the Twas.
On one occasion, I complained to the priest and asked him to have any compassion for
the poverty of others.
"Aren't you ashamed, Father Jumpe? You are using theological tricks to cash in on the
Twas' credulity and ignorance."
"I have just received some empirical observations from Domitilla and Mukono, dear."
"I want to know the whole of this. You get money for it, don't you?"
"For Christ! I do not gain much in this errand of mercy. I am just moonlighting on the
behalf of a pharmaceutical rep who works for some European laboratories."
"Why doesn't this freeloader come here and enter the jungles as Mukono does?"
"He's very busy. Moreover, getting in the forest parks is dangerous."
"How much money have you received up to now? We will pass their share."
"A soldier of God does not look for earthly goods."
Father Jumpe was a benevolent, religious man, but not even a tiny bit over than this,
and I knew he was lying and exploiting the good will and ingenuity of the couple of sorcerers. I did
not care about his self-interest at first, yet as I was gradually raising my contacts with the Twas, I
noticed that the plants they had cataloged in their minds could contain ingredients of outstanding
value to the world of pharmacology and its entrepreneurs.
"Do not bring that up, you capitalist abbot."
"Dr. Isabelle, you are insightful. I feel for Dr. Mike in your hands. Hahaha."
Once, at night in my residence, he insinuated that he smuggled plants and insects with
substances that were resistant to pests or auxiliary ingredients to combat some types of diseases.
"Please, consider the question and think about what you have to do, Dr. Isabelle. I am
sincerely discussing it with you at the request of my superiors now that your father watches the paths
you're heading down, and he came to me through some documents we left behind. This means that
he threatened to report me unless you confirm to him that our friendship is not harmful."
"Did daddy tell you that?"
"Each word, clear as a bell. In addition, he instructed me to clarify the question and take
you to phone him. In short, he put a noose around my neck."
"Now then! Did he dare?"
"Yes, he did. Your father is a smart politician."
I sided with Father Jumpe against dad. My father had promised to let me lead my life on
my own, but once again, he showed his inability to free my daily existence.
"Lately, I've been meaning to tell you everything about this, yet I was awaiting the right
time to do it."
"What is it about, Father? I am all ears."
The Angolan Father Jumpe explained:
"My customers are satisfied with Mukono's work, although that little warlock is unaware
of the scope of his doings."
"That's a dirty trick. You are a manipulator!"
"I do my best to live in the likeness of God. Please, look on the bright side, Dr.
Isabelle."
"I am anxious to observe something good in your sacred greed. So, get to the point,
please."
"Mukono is nothing but a rude and boyish man, although people say that he uses to
break the law and easily get rid of problems. I am sure that he has been acquitted of several alleged
crimes and is still alive because of our interference in his favor before the authorities. Moreover, he