You see when oil burns, everything just does not burn. A little of something is left, burning flesh, burnt flesh, blackened and charred flesh. Little sparks of fire, goaded on by half hearted bellows. Pour in some groundnut oil, sizzling, looks nice. Wait, do not approach.
Fire is fire.
It will still burn you. Watch from a distance the mesmerizing colors of the fires of hell. Some cried foul, but who am I to doubt, the learned man of God. No, it cannot be, someone must have placed, isan awo opa on the land. No, Yes, it is the fire, he that consumes without letting.