I SACRIFICED MY DRUNKARD DAD FOR A MONEY RITUAL

 I SACRIFICED my drunkard dad for a money ritual

I'm sharing my story anonymously, but it's a true account of my life. I hope that by telling it, I can help others avoid the mistakes I made.

Growing up, my home life was unhappy. My dad, a teacher, was a drunkard who didn't care about anyone but himself. He was known as the "drunk master" and didn't provide any financial support to our family. Luckily, my mom, also a teacher, was able to fill the financial gaps he left.

Because of my unhappy home life, I started searching for happiness and a sense of belonging outside. Unfortunately, I looked for it in the wrong places and people. I got involved with different men, seeking emotional fulfillment.

Then, I met the love of my life. He was kind, caring, and showed me love like I'd never experienced before. I fell pregnant, and he stood by me. My mom was initially disappointed, but she eventually forgave me.

However, my boyfriend was a high school dropout and had a bad influence on me. By 21, I was a mother of three. My dad, still a drunkard, hated me for my choices and would often express his disdain when he was drunk.

Desperate for a better life and seeking financial stability, my boyfriend suggested we join a cult. I was hesitant, but he convinced me it was the only way to improve our situation. The cult promised wealth and success but at a steep price.

They told us we needed a "tokoloshi" (a type of evil spirit) to bring us wealth. The catch was that the tokoloshi had to be someone with the same blood as us. My boyfriend and I had to think carefully about who we could sacrifice. In the end, we decided it would be my dad.

My boyfriend's idea was for me to make the sacrifice. I agreed, blinded by love and desperation. The ritual was performed, and my dad was taken away. Soon after, wealth and success started flowing in, but it came with a terrible cost.

My dad's spirit, now a vengeful tokoloshi, began haunting me. At first, it was small things – doors slamming shut, whispers in the night. But soon, the occurrences grew more intense. I'd see my dad's face everywhere, and he'd appear in my dreams, filled with a malevolent glare.

The guilt consumed me, and I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. My relationship with my boyfriend began to fray, and my children started acting out. I knew I had to find a way to make things right, but I didn't know where to start.

That's why I'm sharing my story – to warn others about the dangers of desperation and the consequences of our actions. Beware the cost of your desires, and be careful what you wish for. The price might be higher than you're willing to pay.

Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for sacrificing you for my own gain. I know I can never undo the damage, but I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me.