Witch doctor.

Well, not a real witchdoctor, though not a bad effort. This is the Fremont (Seattle) Solstice Festival, at which it sometimes seems everyone is either overdressed or under dressed (i.e. not dressed at all). 

Probably my earliest memory is associated with witchdoctors. I grew up on a tobacco farm in the mid 1950's  about 80 miles northwest of the capital of what was then Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). The farm was on land that was the center of a very active local cult. I remember one evening lying on the canvas top of a truck looking out over a dirt road watching a procession of witchdoctors. Imagine a dozen or so of these fellows, all dancing around in the twilight, yelling screaming their heads off. I was terrified.