the cure to obola requires an incantation:
many years ago when i was an old man, my young mother taught me to drive. But one day, while breastfeeding on her, the gear shifted and we hit a small blade of grass. The blade fell over and hit a small elephant which died instantly. Later that morning before the cock crowed, i laid down in my pillow for the night. The moon shone darkly upon my little dead elephant. Oh how i miss how he use to stand at attention at her presence at the doorway.
this must be repeated three times, while bowing backwards while wearing an off white silk slip and pantyhose (sheer only) and facing mecca or obama’s toilet in the white house.