I HAVE AMABOYS AND THEY SLEEP WITH MY ENTIRE FAMILY AND THEY ARE TURNING MY MALE FAMILIES INTO GAYS.
The Pain of Desperation: My Journey with Isithwalo and Ama Boys
Life is unpredictable, and it can push us into corners we never imagined we’d be in.
Like many people, I faced financial troubles that seemed impossible to solve. Every avenue I tried led to another dead end. I worked hard, sacrificed, and prayed, but nothing seemed to break the cycle of poverty. It felt like I was running in circles, chasing a dream that remained just out of reach.
Desperation became my constant companion. In this state, I started seeking help from sangomas (traditional healers). Some promised quick fixes, others offered guidance, but none of their solutions worked for me. I went from one sangoma to another, spending time, money, and energy, hoping for a breakthrough.
In my search for answers, I heard about ukuthwala. It is a dark and dangerous practice where people seek wealth or success through spiritual means, often involving sacrifices or rituals. At first, I was hesitant. I knew it wasn’t right, but when you’re desperate, even things you know are wrong start to look like the only way out.
I gave in. I told myself, "This is the solution to my problems." I convinced myself that nothing else had worked, so why not try this? The sangoma I went to offered me “ama boys,” also known as “short boys” or tokoloshes. These are supernatural entities used in ukuthwala rituals. They promise wealth and success, but at a cost I didn’t fully understand at the time.
At first, it seemed like things were improving. I saw small signs of the wealth I had been promised, and I thought I had made the right decision. But it didn’t take long for the nightmare to begin.
The ama boys were not what I expected. They were not just tools for wealth—they were tormentors. They didn’t discriminate between me and my family. These entities violated my family members, both young and old, male and female. The pain and shame of this were unbearable.
Some of my younger brothers were affected the most. They became confused about their identities, and some turned to behaviors that were completely out of character for them. As a result, my family started breaking apart. The ama boys had taken over our lives in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
Another devastating consequence of the ama boys was the impact on pregnancies in our family. If anyone got pregnant, they would experience miscarriages. It didn’t matter how healthy or strong they were—something always went wrong. It felt like my family was cursed, and I knew that I was the one who had brought this suffering upon them.
I couldn’t live with what I had done. I started looking for ways to undo the ukuthwala ritual and get rid of the ama boys. But this was easier said than done. I traveled across the country and even went to other countries, consulting different sangomas and spiritual healers. Some tried to help, but their efforts were in vain.
The most heartbreaking part was that some of the people who tried to help me passed away mysteriously. It was as if the curse was fighting back, refusing to let me go. Every time I thought I had found a solution, it slipped through my fingers.
The amaboys are still giving me and it's money i don't want anymore. I'd rather go back to my old broke life. I am just do drained and want my life back that's all.
There were days when I thought I would never find peace. I regretted my decision every moment, but regret couldn’t undo the damage. The weight of my actions was too heavy to bear, and I felt like I was drowning in guilt and pain.
Then, one day, I came across a post about a woman who had successfully helped someone remove isithwalo. Reading her story gave me a glimmer of hope. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of relief just by reading about her. I knew deep down that she could help me, but I couldn’t find a way to reach her.
Even though I haven’t been able to reach the woman, I still hold on to the hope that one day I will. I believe that God will give me another chance to find help and freedom. Until then, I want to share my story as a warning to others.
To anyone reading this who is considering ukuthwala or any similar practice, please learn from my mistakes. The temporary relief it promises is not worth the pain and suffering it brings. No amount of money or success is worth destroying your family and your peace of mind.
If you are already in a similar situation, don’t lose hope. Keep searching for help, and trust that one day you will find it. Share your story with others so that they can learn from your experience. Together, we can break the cycle of desperation and bad decisions.
I am still on my journey to find freedom from isithwalo and the ama boys. It hasn’t been easy, but I refuse to give up. I believe that God will guide me to the right solution at the right time. Until then, I will keep sharing my story, hoping it will help someone else avoid the mistakes I made.
Life is full of challenges, but no challenge is worth losing your soul and your family over. Let’s encourage each other to make the right decisions, even in difficult times. And for those of us who have already made mistakes, let’s support each other in finding healing and redemption.
Stay strong, and remember, there is always hope.
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