kaali maatha.
When I was a young boy in Jamaica ,West Indies I grew up in a town where nearly everyone was Indian ( everyone is called Indian as there was no Pakistan when the slaves where bought here by the British ) . There was one Hindu family in the area who worshipped kaali maatha and there was a rule not to visit or go to this house whatever the circumstance.
problem was my uncles friend was a member from this family and my uncle went along one day to this house to chill out as guys do .
my grandfather found out and was livid ,he beat my uncle and tied him to a ants nest and left him out there all morning / afternoon in the blazing sun and half the night boy was he bit from the biting ants all over he’s body
never went again
