DURING my days as a journalist, my photographer friend, the late Morris Reddy, and I were chased with pangas from the Isipingo Temple when I went to investigate that the fruit, milk, other prayer items and live fowls offered to the deities were being recycled. That was more than 40 years ago.
I am not sure if it still happens that a chicken offered to Goddess Mariamman to cure one of a serious illness is then resold and offered to the deity to help a childless woman conceive, or if the same chicken must also help one find employment, bring back a lost lover and deliver good fortune.
I have not been