UKUTHWALA GONE WRONG: I BOUGHT A MONEY SNAKE IN ZIMBABWE BUT IT TURNS INTO AN OLD WOMAN AT NIGHT.
Hi please hide my name. I am a young man from eastern cape. My life wasn't going aswell as i had planned , after graduating i thought life would favour me and the universe would listen to all my dreams and wishes. But i learned that no connection equals to poverty in South Africa.
I stayed home for a couple of years after graduatong because i was very selective when coming to the kinda job i wanted, i only wanted the job i stayed all night studying for. I sent endless cv but never made it to a mere interview not even one.
I was slowly sliding into depression as i watched my former classmates and friends flaunting lives i could only dream of. Most of them were working, buying cars, buying houses and even having babies. I literally became their stalker on social media. I had opened an account with fake names just to stalk them.
I deactivated my real account because i had nothing to show or share on social media and i didn't want them mopping the floors with the last of my dignity. I finaly let go of my pride after years of suffering and starving. I applied and got a job at a supermarket nearby.
I came from a less privileged family so there was no one putting food on the table. I eventualy started following facebook pages that spoke about ukuthwala and what nots. I was a member for the longest time and in that group a lot of people came back with testimonies.
After months of observing i finally had the courage to take the numbers of someone who was always posting about helping people. I privately messaged him and he said i would need to go to where he is for the ritual to work.
I aksed where he was and he said he was in zimbabwe. I had no money to go there but i promised to save some and go to him. He had showed me so many testimonies that i needed to make a plan.
Exactly four months later i had saved enough money and i contacted him. He told me to come through. I didn't even have a passport but he told me to make it to Limpopo and he will be waiting for me there. We were to meet at BeidBridge border something, I'm sorry I'm not familiar with Limpopo.
It was my first time going there but i was so tired of poverty that literally anything worked. I took a bus to Gauteng and from Gauteng i took another bus to Venda. From Venda the guy communicated with the drivers until i got to where i was supposed to go.
When i met that guy it was at that point that i realised that i am risking with my life and no one back at home knows where i went. I lied to all of them and told them that i am going for a job interview in Limpopo. It was too late to have any kind of regrets so i had to suck it in and be a man.
We traveled across some river and when we got out of the river i was told that i am now in Zimbabwe. The river isn't big and neither is it deep, so it fascinated me how two countries are just separated by a fence and a pond. In my head countries are supposed to be separated by oceans or a very huge mountain that requires a plane to cross over.
Anyway, the guy made me very comfortable. We walked a bit till we found his car parked and we drove to his house. He lived with his three wives and over 20 children. It was like an entire village in one yard. But his yard was very clean and well organised. The first thing i realised was animal skins which were hung up on a washing line as if they were clothes.
The kids were all so well behaved they all ran to stand in a line so that i can walk by greeting all of them. I was offered food but i wasn't even hungry because regrets were now fighting in my head and heart. I thought i would be sacrificed.
I was then shown a hut that i was going to sleep in. I was told to take off all my clothes and shoes and only wear a red doek. At that point i thought i had signed my life away. The moment the man closed the door i realised that there was no window in there and i knew right there that i had signed my life away.
I did as i was told with tears filling my eyes. I then knelt down and begged God to have mercy on me and forgive my ungratefulness for the life he had chosen for me. I was begging God to help me escape and i made a promise that i will cherish and appreciate the life that he chose for me.
The man came back with one of his wives. The wife was holding red coals(burning coals) in a steel plate and the man had somethings wrapped in a newspaper. The man instructed me to appease his ancestors with the money i had. He told me to put the money under the wooden mat that was in there. Did i mention that i had resigned from my job at the supermarket? I felt like i was already a millionaire.
Anywhere the hut was empty with just candles and wooden mat in it. There was also a big blacl and yellow clay pot in there. No furniture, nothing. So i took out R500 as agreed over the phone and i appeased the ancestors. He told me to then take off my clothes. The man was a man of very few words and he was the uptight commandive type. He had greenish/bluish eyes.
He cut my skin small cuts using his nails and smeared muti on the cuts. When he was done his wife put the plate full of smoke down and i was told to jump over the smoke until the smoke is no more. They then left. I jumped, jumped , and jumped until i got tired. When i wanted to che@t by taking a break something would clear it's throat in the room until i jumped again.
Finaly the smoke dissapeared and i was about to rest but the man came in with a 2L bucket full of tea with no sugar. I was then given another empty bucket. I had to drink the tea and vomit it out, i wss told to not put on my red doek in the hut. I was also told to sleep n@ked.
I stayed in the room for 7 full days without seeing sun or even going out. They would only bring me food once a day and when I asked why I wasn't allowed to bath or put on clothes I was told that I live with a snake in the hut.
The snake has to familiarise itself with my natural scent and familiarise itself with me before I take it home. It then made sense why I always felt like I wasn't alone in the room and I wondered where it was hiding because I've never seen it.
On the 7th day I was taken to bath buy some river at the forest. I was told not to use any lotion nor roll on. Then when we got back the next day I was given the clay pot and told not to open it until I got home. I was told never ever to put on roll on or all work done would be all for nothing.
I traveled back home. I slept most of the journey because the seats were comfortable for me compared to the wood mat I spent a week sleeping on. When I got home I was told that my grandmother fell in out of the blue. That night as I was sleeping I saw an elderly woman I didn't know standing beside me.
I was terrified so I woke up and sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Then I saw my grandmother standing next to the stranger elderly woman. Then the elderly woman held my grandmother by hand and they both miraculously dived into the clay pot.
I was confused and felt very scared. I tried opening the clay pot and I couldn't. I went back to bed and managed to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I woke up to an opened clay pot that was filled with money.
I got out of bed soooo excited. Then mom knocked on my door and I lied and told her that I was dressing up then she told me that my grandmother was no more. Excitement turned into sorrow same time. I hid the money quick as I could and opened my door.
Days passed and I paid for my granny's funeral, I gave her an expensive and dignified funeral. My armpit though were a bit of a problem but when you have money people will respect you regardless of your flaws. I was living a good life. Built a house for my mom.
I never ran out of money,it was like the more I spent the more it became. Bought myself a nice car and I had endless girls fighting over me even with my Armpits. The following year my mom fell sick and a couple of days later,I saw the old woman. This time she took my mom with her into the clay pot.
The next day my mom passed away. I then knew that I was sacrificing my family for the money. I buried my mom with dignity still. The following year one of my girlfriends gave birth to an unwell baby then I saw the elderly lady taking my baby into the clay pot.
Then the next day my new born baby was gone. I started losing loved ones yearly. I tried getting rid of the clay pot,I was tired of losing people I loved the most so I took it and drove to a river far from home. And I threw it in there and went back home.
The next day I couldn't walk and I woke up to the clay pot back in my room,I just became paralysed. To this day I am on a wheelchair and the old lady now torments me. The pot is broken but still there but the old lady now changes into a snake and wraps herself around me every night and squeeze until I am almost out of breath.
This happens every night and I am suffering. I no longer have money and the Zimbabwean man says I need to pay R1 million to get rid of the clay pot. I need help and on the other hand my armpits smells even worse now. Has anyone experienced this? I need help please.
Thank you.
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