THE TRAGEDY OF A SLAY QUEEN

I never thought I would end up here, reflecting on my life with so much regret. I used to be a girl full of dreams. I went to varsity, full of hope and ambition, but life took a turn that I never saw coming. I dropped out of school because I felt overwhelmed. I didn’t know what I wanted, and I didn’t have the strength to face my struggles. That’s when I fell into a life I never imagined for myself.

After leaving varsity, I was lost. I didn’t know where to turn or what to do. That’s when I was introduced to the slay queen lifestyle. It started slowly—going to clubs, dressing up, and meeting rich men. At first, it felt harmless. I would get attention, drinks, and sometimes small gifts. But soon, I wanted more. I wanted the luxury, the money, and the lifestyle that came with it. I was introduced to muti, and everything changed.

The muti worked in ways I never expected. Rich men would flock to me. They would buy me expensive things, pay me large sums of money just for a night with me, and keep coming back for more. I felt powerful, like I was in control of my life for the first time. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t the life I had dreamed of. I ignored the guilt and convinced myself that I was winning.

Then one day, I met a man who changed everything. He was very rich but also very short and incredibly jealous. He didn’t like that I entertained other men. He told me to stop seeing them and promised to take care of me. He offered me more money than anyone else had ever given me, so I agreed. He said he wanted to marry me and take me away from the city. At the time, it sounded perfect. I thought I had found my way out.

He bought me a mansion in a quiet place, far from the city. It was everything I thought I wanted. But the moment I moved in, I felt something wasn’t right. The house had a heavy, dark aura. I started having strange dreams almost every night. In these dreams, I was intimate with someone, and I would wake up wet, smelly, and completely drained. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it kept happening. Every night, the dreams were the same, and I began to feel weak and sick.

I was losing weight quickly and felt like my life was slipping away. The man who had promised to take care of me didn’t seem to care. He would throw money at me but rarely visited or even called. I felt abandoned and trapped in that mansion. The smell on my body became unbearable, and even the fancy car he bought for me had a terrible odor inside. I knew something was terribly wrong.

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I packed my bags and went back home. My parents were shocked to see me. I had been sending them money and lying to them about working a good job. They thought I was successful and doing well. But when they saw me, they knew something was wrong. I smelled terrible, and I looked like a shadow of my former self. That’s when they took me to a traditional healer.

The healer revealed the truth I wasn’t ready to hear. He told me that I had been used as a sacrifice. The man who promised to marry me had made me sleep with a tokoloshi. The dreams I had every night weren’t just dreams—they were real. My body was rotting from the inside. The healer promised to help me, but he told me that my womb was damaged beyond repair. I would never be able to carry a child.

Hearing those words broke me. I had always dreamed of having a family one day, but now that dream was gone. I had to face my parents and tell them the truth about my life. I told them about the slay queen lifestyle, the men, the muti, and everything I had done. My father was heartbroken. He couldn’t even look at me the same way anymore. The disappointment in his eyes was unbearable.

After that, I went to see a gynecologist. They confirmed what the healer had said. My womb was covered in fibroids, and it would be almost impossible for me to conceive. I felt like my life was over. I had chased money and luxury, but in the end, I had lost everything that truly mattered.

Now, I sit here reflecting on my choices, filled with regret. I wish I could go back and make different decisions. I wish I had stayed in school and faced my struggles instead of running away. I wish I had valued myself more and not relied on muti or men for validation. But it’s too late for wishes now. All I can do is live with the consequences of my actions and hope that one day, I can find peace.