Heaven held its face down in shame as Fr. Stanley sprinkled holy water on Julie’s private parts.

We all witnessed the phony cleansing and objected that Julie was not clean, at least not yet.

Not even acid water could clean that woman.

Every child in our small village grew in constant fear of becoming Julie.

She bore the shame of having seven children with seven different men.

She carried the shame of being the only barmaid in a male dominated society.

Another pain must have come from her tired vagina.

I say this in confidence because I can name at least fifty men Julie had slept with.

The village froze when Fr. Stanley sprinkled that vagina with holy water and claimed that Julie was now holy.

Women giggled in gossip. The village had witnessed that Vagina do wonders. Note the capital V.

This is an organ that had destroyed many families, swallowed buses, corrupted an entire police unit, and afforded the owner a few plots, four wholesale wines and spirits, and a college education for five of her children.

We agreed that she had a phenomenal organ. She just could not control it.