Mamazala I need you to protect my identity please, only from the public but please talk to my family and ask for forgiveness for me.
I was influenced by bad friends to make cruel decisions. I watched my younger sister go through school and obtaining her degree. I had already wasted so much of my time because I was a rebellious child. I was the girl that prioritised partying and alchol.
A good life for me included being wild and being recognized by my peers as a groovist of note. My parents tried getting me to school but I used my school fees money on the latest trends in fashion and being a regular at the coolest clubs.
My mother was a domestic worker and my dad was a priest for a very small church meaning there was no proper income. So my parents sacrificed a lot to send me to school and send me money for food and toiletries every other month for two years.
They stopped because the truth finaly came out, I haven't been going to school. My dad stopped talking to me, my mom was hurt and dissapointed but they let me go back home. They focused on my sister because she completed her degree on record time.
She worked as a social worker at our local hospital and life for her was rosey. She was my parent's favorite daughter, she was taking care of them. I didn't like her because I thought she regards herself highly.
She was about to get married and I could see how proud my parents were of her. Their face lit up everytime they spoke about her. It made me feel useless, empty and alone. A friend of mine introduced me to a Sangoma, I asked the Sangoma to make my little sister a rebellious makoti once she got married.
She finaly got married and my muti was working. Three months into the marriage, the husband was always at home reporting how badly my little sister has been acting.
She would curse, insult and fight with her inlaws every chance she got. My parents tried talking to her and she would tell them off and hurl insults. I watched them getting heart broken and my dad even got a stroke. I didn't even feel bad at that time because he wasn't even talking to me.
I was waiting for the husband to divorce my little sister but he wasn't. I went back to the Sangoma and asked for muti to make my sister cross her husband with endless men. My dad didn't survive the stroke.
That Sangoma's muti worked very fast, Ofcourse he didn't come in cheap. Mind you I would make up excuses for my sister to give me money and that is how I was able to afford. I used her own money to ruin her life. The money shouldn't be From her to the bank, she needed to give me the money by hand and that was how the recipe for her downfall started.
She was no longer even using her money for growth, she would get paid today and be broke the next day. She was sinking in debts even so yes I was getting exactly what I wanted. I was tired of being used as an example for a bad decision maker.
She fell pregnant and it wasn't her husband's child. There was no need for any DNA test it was very evident that the child wasn't her husband's child. There were rumors that she was dating a white man and the baby was proof.
Her husband couldn't take it anymore and he end€d her life and his. This has been haunting me for 6 years now and I sometimes feel like I am about to lose my mind. I see and hear things sometimes. I am now raising my little sister's child and it haunts me that I am the reason her parents are no more.
My mom and big brother are still alive but not coping at all. The passing of my dad and sister has broken them. Our family is falling apart, the community is now against us because they blame my little sister for how things turned out.
I now no peace in life and would like help please.
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