A person I once knew went to visit a witch-doctor with her husband. She was a Uni graduate, and all her schooling was done here in Oz. The witch-doctor's visit was at her husband's insistance.
The witch-doctor had asked them to bring a quantity of salt to be used in the ceremony. In time, the witch doctor asked for the salt and then threw a generous amount into the fire, and of course nothing happened. The couple was then asked to close their eyes for a particular incantation, and when asked to open again, the witch-doctor threw another generous amount of "their" salt into the fire, and lo-and-behold, the fire erupts in its pit!
<sigh> What disappointed me wasn't the witch-doctor. He was doing his job. What disappointed me was that this friend of mine whole heartedly believes that it was the salt had been altered by the witch-doctor to explode in the way it did by an incantation.
I've left out where the witch-doctor was and the reason for the visit as it has no bearing on the result.
My dad was taken to visit a witch-doctor when he was 13 by his mum. When the 'consultation' finished and my dad and grandmother were on their way home, my dad turned to her and said "don't ever take me to one of these ****'s again!"
Uni graduate 0, little kid 1.
... better go get ma shot gun, the Yella hordes are'a come'n too 
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