My story is always embarrassing to share. My parents left me with my grandmother to go look for a job in another province. My grandmother was very old and tired but she agreed to take me. Infact she insisted I stayed with her. She guilt tripped my parents by saying she's old, alone and lonely
They hired a house help for us but my grandmother fired her and lied to my parents that she beats me and treats us bad. So they allowed her to look for a house help she was comfortable having around. Then she told me to lie and say we got a new house help should my parents ask. She promised me candies and so much more. I was 6 years old so I was happy to be spoiled.
My grandmother had a monkey whom she told me to never tell a single soul or I'd die. For me as a child it was so exciting to have a monkey wake me up in the morning, bath me and dress me up. The monkey would even get me to school using a tornado. I have never walked to school all my primary days.
After school the monkey would fetch me without even been seen by anyone. I didn't even mind because I didn't know that what we were doing was witchcraft but I knew that no one had to know or I would pass away. When we got home the monkey would take good care of me. Do dishes, make me food and entertain me.
I wasn't allowed to have friends. The monkey spoke exactly like a normal human being and it would speak to my parents on the phone when they insisted. Whenever they came home my grandmother would hide it and tell them the house helper had gone home she was off.
The only thing I hated about the monkey was the snake ride. We used to use a snake at night to travel to people's home and do a lot of bad things. We used to cut people's hair, poke them with needles to get their bl**d and get their saliva in their sleep.
We would then take the things collected to my grandmother. My story is very long but to cut the long story short. When I was 15 I learned about witchcraft and knew that it was wrong. I then told my school teacher next thing the whole community knew. The monkey gave birth and I hid it's baby when I heard the community coming singing loudly.
They burn*d the monkey that raised me and I was heartbroken. My grandmother also died soon after that. She had burnt sores all over her body and told me that the monkey had her soul. She transfered her soul into the monkey since her body was old. She says it has always been her. She asked me to take care of the little monkey and it will take care of me.
Then she passed. I moved in with my parents and hid the monkey till I moved out to varsity then got a job and I still live with the monkey. It is an innocent and loving monkey because I've never taught any evil doings and size. Witches decide when to stop and do good. I have quit and I am doing fine.
I still see the snake at night trying to attack me but I am protected by the bl**d of Jesus
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