As I looked up, I could see the back of some of the aluminum roofs from afar, but we still had to cross high grass to get to them. The place seemed isolated from the rest of the town. When we finally reached the entrance of the camp, we met the priest, who was sitting in the shade of large tree, while the women, gathered in a half-circle, were eagerly waiting for us. There were 15 of them, aged between 60 and 90 years old. They were all smiling. When we explained why we were there, they thanked us for taking the time to speak with them. To an outsider’s eye, this seemed to be a small village with a tight-knit community of older women. What was not apparent from the women’s jovial appearances was that their communities, even their families banished them in this remote area for being “witches”.