I TRIED A MONEY RITUAL AND ENDED UP WITH A SMELLY ARMPIT.

 I TRIED A MONEY RITUAL AND ENDED UP WITH A SMELLY ARMPIT.

I once went to Zimbabwe to get a money ritual. It was a very dark time of my life and I was out of options. I arrived there all by myself after getting the sangoma's contacts on a flyer on the Gauteng poles.

When calling his personal assistant answered and said that he was the sangoma's assistant and he was based in Johannesburg hillbrow but the sangoma was based in Zimbabwe. Listen the minute I heard Zimbabwe I got extremely excited because of all the stories we hear about Zimbabweans. I knew that these meant it was going to work.

The PA then told me that there is transport that travels to Zimbabwe every Friday and I should be a part of it since there's space for one more person. I even felt like my ancestors were approving because how can I call and fill in the last spot right away? It felt like my ancestors left the space for me.

I made a call on Tuesday and on Friday I was given the pick up location and we left. It was a small very funny combi,it really did look like transport for witches. There was a very horrible smell inside the combi but everyone acted like it's not there.

Funny when we entered the taxi and everyone was picked up the driver asked that we close our eyes and pray before we left. He prayed for us in a language we didn't even understand. Anyway we proceeded and I fell asleep. I went deep into sleep that I don't even think I had a dream.

I was woken up by a heavy rain and when I opened my eyes we had already arrived. My body was soooo tired which was clear proof that I slept for many abnormal hours. I don't even know how I was able to cross the border but I don't have a passport.

When I told the PA that I didn't have a passport he said it was not a problem,I'll still make it to Zimbabwe and indeed I did arrive. Upon arrival we were told to wait in the combi until the rain stops. Apparently the rain was a welcome from the sub marines gods.

Just as the rain was about to stop we were told to take off our clothes and walk outside and stand in the rain. This was some kind of cleansing that made us pure and ready to be accepted by the water gods.

We were mix genders and all I wanted to do was hide my breasts and I was told that if I do that then I won't make it back to SA alive. They said that was a sign of disrespect to the gods and when they are angry they cause accidents.

I had to be brave and stand with my hands on my sides and the rain smelled horrible. It wasn't a normal rain with a soothing smell of wet soil. It smelled like old blood. We were told open our mouths and let the rain enter our mouths so it can decided which parts of our bodies would be part of the sacrifices we were there to make.

After a few minutes the rain stopped.i felt my armpits itching and I started scratching. I looked on my side and the person next to me was scratching their private parts. Everyone else was scratching somewhere. Some scratched their head,ears,eyes...

We were on a scratching spree.

Then we were told to sit down in a straight line and the sangoma will see us one after the other. We found other people there already on the line so there were just so many of us there.

It took me straight three days before it was my turn. When you got in there you had to get straight to the point. Tell the sangoma what you want and he will start the process. He asked me what's my most favorite animal in the world, an animal I would be hurt to see it dead.

I told him I loved a giraffe and he started mixing muti and chanting in a language I didn't understand. Next thing a giraffe appeared in the room. He gave me a big knife and told me to slaughter it and fill a 2kg bucket with it's blood.

I have never been so heartbroken and shattered in my life. But he had a mean face and he wasn't there to nurse my feelings. I did as told then he threw in two coins in the bucket and said go outside and drink this blood and when you are done find a corner and burry those coins.

I forgot to mention that before slaughtering the giraffe I had to name it after the person I loved the most in the world and I named it after my daughter. I didn't know that by doing so I was cursing my daughter's spirit.

After buring those coins I was told to write my daughter's name on the spot where I buried the coins and after that I must leave with the bucket and not look back nor talk to anyone until I get home and find a hiding place for that bucket.

Finishing the blood took me a whole week and I wasn't the only one. Everyone we came with also struggled with that. When everyone was done we all left in our combi.we dressed up on the way. And again I fell asleep again and was woken up when I had to get off the combi at my drop of spot.

It was around 4 am and imagine a woman walking in the streets of Joburg that late. Funny enough I felt powerful and untouchable. No one even looked at me,it was like I was invisible. I got home and hid the bucket in my closet and locked it up. 

I was told to check on it on the 7th day. On the 6th night I heard scary sounds in my closet and my daughter was back at home in the villages with my mom but I could hear her crying in the closet and I wasn't dreaming.

In the morning I woke up and went to check on the bucket. I was very scared especially after the noise I heard from the previous night. I opened anyway and found a bucket full of money and my fear immediately turned into happiness.

I took the money and threw it on my bed with excitement. I smelt my armpit smell really bad and went to took a shower and guess what ? It got worse. Deodorant,roll ons and everything for the armpits just makes it worse.

I get a bucket full of money every two months but my armpit makes it hard to enjoy it. Another painful thing is I'm gossiped about because of the stink. My daughter? I don't like talking about her because I caused her so much pain. My daughter is now paralysed and blind and I believe it's my fault.

After the noise I heard she just woke up sick the next day and my mom called me. I went home and we took her to the hospital were she got paralysed and blind. Most of the money goes to her treatment and very little of it to basic needs. I get money but it feeds it's damages.

I now live with a heavy smell of armpits and a special daughter. I am still as good as broke and now I'm forever hidden indoors because of the smell.