I USED BABOON POO TO COOK DELICIOUS FOOD FOR MY CLIENTS
Let me share a story I’ve kept hidden for years—a story of desperation, success, and deep regret. Running a food business at the taxi rank was my dream. I believed that with hard work and perseverance, I could make it successful. But life had other plans.
When I started, things were tough. My food stall was overlooked, and days would pass without a single sale. I watched as other vendors made money while I struggled to get by. I was desperate and worried about how I would survive. I began losing hope, feeling like maybe this wasn’t my calling.
One day, an older woman approached me. She introduced herself as a Sangoma and said she could sense my struggles. At first, I didn’t pay her much attention. But as she spoke, her words gripped me. She claimed to have a solution that would turn my life around. “You will attract customers like never before,” she said, “but you must be willing to do something unusual.”
Curiosity and desperation got the better of me, and I asked her to explain. She handed me a small container with a mixture in it. She revealed it contained baboon poo and said I should mix a small amount into the food I sold. I was horrified. How could I do such a thing? She reassured me, saying it wasn’t harmful, and it would only work spiritually to attract customers.
I wrestled with the idea for days, but my empty pockets and growling stomach won. I decided to give it a try, convincing myself it was harmless. The first day I used the mixture, I couldn’t believe what happened. Customers came flooding to my stall. People who used to walk past without a glance were suddenly queuing for my food. It was like magic.
My business grew beyond my wildest dreams. Word spread about my delicious food, and soon, I was making more money than I had ever imagined. I became the most popular vendor at the taxi rank, and life was good—or so I thought.
Then, strange things began to happen. At first, I ignored the small signs. It started with nightmares. Every night, I dreamt that I was eating the same baboon poo I had been adding to my food. In my dreams, I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how much I wanted to. It was as though something was controlling me.
When I woke up, my stomach would feel swollen and painful. It wasn’t a normal kind of pain—it was sharp, intense, and unexplainable. At first, I thought it was just stress or something I ate. But as the days turned into weeks, the pain became unbearable.
I visited doctors and healers, but no one could figure out what was wrong with me. The more I suffered, the more I began to regret my decision. I started to wonder if the Sangoma’s “magic” had come with a price I didn’t fully understand.
I tried to stop using the baboon poo, hoping things would get better, but my customers stopped coming. Without the mixture, it was like my food had lost its magic. I was back to square one—broke, desperate, and now dealing with a mysterious illness.
One day, I decided to confront the Sangoma to ask for answers. But when I went looking for her, she had disappeared. No one at the taxi rank knew where she had gone. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving me to deal with the consequences alone.
Now, I live with constant regret. My decision to use the baboon poo may have brought me success, but it also brought pain and suffering. I hurt myself and possibly others in ways I’ll never fully understand. All for the sake of quick money.
If I could go back, I would choose honesty and integrity over shortcuts. I would rather struggle and build my success the right way than deal with the heavy burden of guilt and pain I carry now.
This confession is my way of coming clean and warning others. Desperation can lead us to make choices that seem harmless at the time, but they can have serious consequences. I hope my story serves as a lesson: the price of dishonesty is far greater than the rewards of easy success.
To anyone I may have harmed, I am deeply sorry. To others reading this, please take my story as a warning. Stay true to yourself, no matter how hard life gets. It’s better to have peace of mind than to live with regret.
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