A couple of years ago i was working at a well known club in Cape Town and i wasn't making enough money but i needed the job because i dropped out of school in grade 10. So apart from cleaning toilets i don't really have much options when coming to jobs.
I used to be the toilet cleaner in that club until one night a very wealthy woman gave me her number and also gave me a thousand rands. She told me to use the thousand rands to buy airtime and call her the next day. She promised a job and since i was tired of wiping drunkards urine and vomit i made sure to call her the very thing in the morning.
When i called her she asked to meet me by the beach the next day. Upon arrival at the beach she then picked up someone's foot print with the soil and said ; did you know that this is worth R1500? I was confused and she took the soil and poured it into a bottle and closed it then into a bag.
She then said get me this and for every bottle I'll give you R1500. I asked what she needed it for and she said luck charms and unfortunately I'd have to ki££ you to tell you more. Then she giggled and said let's go have lunch.
During lunch she didn't look at prices,she bought whatever she wanted and she asked for their most expensive champagne. Let me tell you that 6his woman drives the most expensive cars. Anyway i joined their dark deeds and started collecting foot printed sand from the beach.
They needed different people's footprints meaning no repeatation. I would collect 10 foot prints weekly. I started making so much money that i even left my job. Collecting those became so addictive so much that i was now obsessed.
I think i collected the footprints for 5 years and i was financialy very okay. I lacked nothing. I went on vacations like they were free, changing cars like i had a free sponsor from the dealership.
Until one day i started hearing voices in my head. The voices became louder at night. I would drink so much booze till i would black out. That was the only way i wouldn't hear the voices.
I then told the lady what i was experiencing then she referred me to a healer. Then i was free from the voices for sometime. Then i started experiencing sounds of the sea. It would get so loud that i would find myself feeling like I'm drowning.
Most times when I'm sleeping i would dream drowning then next thing i wake up my bed would be wet and that's when i realised that i had peed on myself. I would pee on the bed each time i was sleeping at my man's place, hotels or visiting friends. It would be so embarrassing that i eventualy stopped visiting anyone and my relationships ended.
To this day i can no longer get a hold of the lady, i think she blocked me on all her social media platform's. I decided to do a bit of research on her and i came across a Malawian prophet who told me that i was used by a mermaid.
It still doesnt make sense to me and it would mean a lot to me to get help or proper explanation from anyone who knows anything about this dealing or mermaids.
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