Vodoun Curse: Fantasy

She shook her fist at him as he ran away, swearing the worst swears she knew. His feet only faltered once, when she added a vodoun curse that she hoped would make his manhood whither and his dreams be filled with horrors. It didn't usually work, but you never knew. Twice, she'd had the thieves come back with as much of her belongings as they could gather, begging her to forgive them and offering to pay her to take back the curse she'd leveled against them. Her answer always depended on which of the loa were riding her that day, if any of them were. The loa came to her more and more often these days, though she did not know why. She might have thought it was because there were fewer steeds to choose from, but she kept in touch with the others of her kind, and she knew that wasn't--

Inspiration: "Gestures to avoid" from my survival day calendar.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Voodoo is interesting, but this is not an interesting story idea.