1978,André Brink,Rumours of Rain, Vintage, published2000, page179:
The witchdoctor shop with itsmuti, its vulture eggs, the skins and hair and nails and horns and unmentionable excretions, its useless whorl of incense; and the Indian owner glaring at one like a dark wooden mask.
2012,Nadine Gordimer,No Time Like the Present, Bloomsbury, published2013, page300:
Lekota's handing on a plate ammunition against himself, scrapping our genuine African herb medicine, Affirmative Action, that nationalmuti.
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