In the shadows of a seemingly normal life, darkness fell on top of a widow who lost the love of her life while she was heavily pregnant. An innocent girl, once filled with laughter and dreams, was used to feed her mother's bitterness.
Her mother, dragged her in a web of betrayal, orchestrated a tragedy that shattered their world. The weight of this manipulation stayed heavy on her heart and on her young mind, The whole ordeal lead to a struggle with the ghosts of her actions. Without a tender grasp to guide her through the tempest, she was left alone, wandering through a web of guilt and confusion.
As her actions started making sense to her, sounds of laughter turned into haunting reminders of what once was. Memories of her beloved father, a figure of warmth and guidance, became tainted by betrayal.
When I met my husband he had just finalised his divorce. At that time I had just buried my baby daddy too so we were both dealing with a loss of some kind. Even though by the time my baby Daddy and I had broken up when he died I still felt pain. Especially because I wasn't allowed to mourn him.
So meeting the man was really a blessing. He came at the right time when I needed healing love. Within a period of 6 months into the relationship we were both sure that we wanted a forever with each other. He sent his uncles to my home and all went well.
He got a divorce because his ex wife cheated on him with his childhood friend while he was away on business. Unfortunately he failed to forgive and opted to Move on instead. His ex wife was certain that he will not date ever again. Well you see my husband wasn't well endorsed and that stole his confidence.
He stayed far away from women because he suffered verbal abuse regarding the matter from his ex wife. Even I had to reassure him over and over again that size didn't matter to me at all which was the truth because he knew how to use it. I was satisfied everytime. So the fact that he met another woman who accepted his marriage proposal drove the ex wife crazy.
She started becoming a problem. They had two kids and the oldest was a girl. She sent their daughter to come live with us. Which I really didn't mind,if anything I was very happy about it. I thought it would give the daughter and I a chance to get to know each other and grow fond of each other because she didn't like me at all.
I think her mom had poisoned her against me. I welcomed her into my house and did my best to make her as comfortable as I could. She would go home every school holidays and when she came back she came back with a lot of attitude. But within a week or two she would be fine.
But everytime she went to her mom she returned with a lot of Hate for her step mother. One thing I noticed about her was that each time she came back from school holidays there would always be some kind of Muti in powders sprinkled in the house especially in my bedroom.
Since everything else seemed to have failed,her mother then decided to go for the car. She told her child to pick the soil where her father's car passes and also smear some black Muti on the car. My husband died in a car accident that was caused by his own daughter.
When the girl narriates how she made the car accident happen I always cringe and I become very enraged with a lot of anger and then remember that she's only a baby and she was used. I feel sorry for having for having such a mother.
She also mentions that she put his soul or spirit in a doll and gave it to her mother so that he continues working for her in his after life. O don't even know what to make out of this part of her confession but I am very convinced that she has absolutely no reason to lie.
She's not okay because she didn't realise what she was doing,she didn't know what she was doing. I will stand by her and hold her hand to forgiveness of self and also to healing.
She now realises what she had participated in, her insides churning as the vibrant colors of her childhood faded into cold, dull shades of gray. Though the heartache was evident, it was the mental strain that tightened its grip around her mind, manifesting as the relentless storm of mental illness. Each day transformed into an epic battle, her thoughts darting like shadows, slipping through her fingers as she sought calmness amidst chaos.
Healing, however, is a journey, not destination. Darkness can feel all-consuming, light can flicker from the most unexpected places. Support emerged, starting with open conversations — sharing her story, tears, and fears. It was in these moments of vulnerability that a path began to piece itself together.
Through therapy, understanding, and connection, she began to reclaim fragments of her shattered self. Slow but steady, she learned speak about the heavy burdens of guilt and pain, transforming them into a new narrative of survival and resilience. Community, compassion, and care surrounded her, guiding her out of the quagmire of mental illness towards a horizon filled with hope and renewal.
Although from time to time she still relapses and in the middle of the night she walks around barefoot and almost half naked not knowing where she's going but her journey always leads her to the graveyard. Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night and just starts speaking like her deceased father.
Even though she had denied my baby the chance to meet her father,I still forgave her because she was also used to fight battles she didn't understand. She is just a child who listened to an elder she trusted. Kids are told to be obedient to the elders and that's what she did. It is not her fault.
Her mother however has since ran away since she heard that her daughter is unwell and has confessed. She has disappeared into thin air. Dora Moloisane your daughter needs you please visit her. Mosadi o tshwara thipa ka bogaleng,all is forgotten just come back for your daughter's sake.
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