A family Secret: A Grandmother's Protection
My grandmother closed my womb to protect me.
I'm sharing my story anonymously, hoping it might help others understand the power of traditional practices. Sometimes those traditional practises may destroy you after protecting.
I don't know if I am making sense but here is my story. My mom had me at a very young age and she was too young to understand what it takes to raise a baby. My grandmother had suffered with her now she was bringing an extra mouth.
I have one uncle,my mom's brother who was in and out of jail so basically he was an absent somebody. Anyway when I was 7 months old,my grandmother says that my mom fell pregnant again. But this time she was too scared to tell my grandmother.
She knew it was going to end her life. So she tried the whole home abortion thing,she drank a lot of very dangerous chemicals. Your jik,handy Andy ,Keyes fluid, the list is endless.
Unfortunately the toxic chemical cost her to bleed a lot, resulting in her losing her life aswell as the baby's. My grandmother still cries when thinking about this.
So she made a promise to herself that she would not let what happened to my mother,happen to me and that's how we got here.
Growing up, my grandmother took care of me. When I had my first period, she did something that would change my life forever. She collected my first menstruation and underwear, mixed them with muti (traditional medicine), and buried them. She told me this was to prevent me from getting pregnant too early, before I was grown and responsible.
At the time, I didn't understand the significance. My grandmother wanted to protect me from teenage pregnancy and ensure I finished my education. She feared that if I knew where she buried the items, I might dig them up prematurely.
Years passed, and my grandmother passed away before revealing the location. Now, I'm married and struggling to conceive. Despite trying everything, nothing works. I'm scared to share this secret with my husband, fearing he might leave me or have a child with someone else.
My marriage is suffering, and I wish my grandmother would reveal the truth in a dream or vision. I long to uncover the secrets she took to her grave.
*The Power of Traditional Practices*
This story highlights the complexities of traditional practices and their impact on our lives. Some may view my grandmother's actions as protective, while others see them as harmful.
I hope sharing my story will encourage open conversations about family secrets, cultural traditions, and their consequences.
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