I am sharing a very sensitive theory with you and the readers.
I saw a circulation of pictures of muti and other things found in schools and I'd like to share my experience with the very same ritual or curse.
Back in the days when we were still school, there were rumors about an evil creature called pinky pinky in the school toilets. Many never believed because only a few got to see that creature.
The truth is every school that is situated in the villages has bad aura in the toilets. It's never the same thing hiding in the toilets, every school has it's different kind.
I have experienced one with an old man. There was a very old man who went to the school with us every morning and left with us every evening. Every after school he would go to the graveyards, that's apparently where he lived.
That man would wait in bathrooms and wait for whoever entered the toilets. He knew each and every child's name in the school. There were over 3000 children and he knew all of us.
When you enter the toilets you won't even see him, there was always that one toilet that was always locked. He would put on long school pants on two sticks and school shoes and pretend it's a school kid in the toilet.
Us being school kids we would never wonder or question why the child is always there. We used to just peep at the bottom of the door and see the shoes and just move to the next toilet.
He would never bother us if we are in the toilets in groups. When you go there alone then that's when he would call your name and you'll be in so much shock that you won't be able to move or talk.
He opens up the toilet door and take you in then closes. He will then perform a ritual on you with a donkey tail, chicken head, eggs and soil with some muti.
He performs a weird ritual and from there on you just agree to everything he says. Then he allows you to go back to class, when you get to class you'll just colapse and when you wake up everything will feel like a bad dream.
I remember how I used to think it was just a weird dream and never shared what I saw with anyone. From that day on I started having trouble sleeping.
I would hear people calling my name, I would get up and prep through the window and see a lot of people calling out my name and using their hand to say "come here".
I would go to them and next thing I know I would be at people's houses, doing some funny things that even today I can't exactly explain what. When we were done then we would go to the grave yards and sit around in a very big circle as there would be many of us.
We would then be fed red uncooked meat. After eating the uncooked meat then we would return to our homes using a train. There was no railway or train in my village but we used a train every night.
I got unlucky one day when I and two other pupils were caught in the pastor's house and beaten badly by the community.
How we survived still shocks me. We were saved right on time by the police. Our families then seeked help for us and we were told we they used Mozambiquen muti on us.
We were saved, but I am triggered to know that even though we got help the very same curse is still happening at schools even today. The circulating pictures disturbed ne so much because people don't understand what the affected kids go through.
Parents should strengthen their kids, schools have become a very dangerous place to be.
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