MY MOTHER DIED THEN EXPOSED HER MURDERERS .
Her soul did not rest in peace until justice was served. My mother passed away 6 years ago. We buried her dad on a Saturday morning and Sunday morning we woke up to her cold body.
Everything happened so fast, not even a postpartum was done on her body. My aunt and grandmother kept on saying time shouldn't be wasted she should be buried immediately whilst other family members were still there.
They kept on emphasizing that there can't be two tents in the same family twice in one week. They said it was bad omen and it would bring more tents weekly. We don't even understand how but we all listened and my mom was buried on Tuesday.
Everything went well and family members from far who had remained were able to attend. After my mother's funeral,a lot of things started not making sense. Firstly my grandmother and aunt were always found outside our home every morning.
They would just leave their homes and come and sit at our stoep. They wouldn't knock nor talk to each other. They would just be sitting there ignoring each other and us. It became a habit and it was uncomfortable. That's when my dad decided to start locking our gate every night.
Our village is a very peaceful village which even if you'd sleep with an unlocked door you wouldn't worry about thieves. You'd wake up to an intact house. My grandmother and aunt would just sit there and later leave without talking to us still.
This was my dad's mom and his sister. They never liked my mom but we didn't think that they would take it this far. Since my dad started locking the gate ,they started sitting at the gate.
That's when my mother started appearing in the house. She would wash dishes,clean the house and cook while singing her favourite song. We would all hear this from our rooms just too scared to go look.
But the next day we would wake up to our kitchen as we had left it. It was like our imagination was messing with us. This went on for about two months. My dad decided to consult and he was told that his mom and his sister were forced by mom to come to our house to take care of us since they took her life.
She would force them to come and do all the chores that she used to do for us. But since they couldn't enter the house as it would be locked they would sit outside after spending the whole night being tortured by my mom.
So by the time we would wake up they would've been drained and tired from being tortured the whole night hence they wouldn't even have the energy for anyone.
My dad was told that they wouldn't stop coming to our house until they confess to their evil doings. My dad asked for Muti to protect ourselves. We bathed with the Muti and sprinkled around the yard and we left the gate unlocked as instructed.
The next morning we woke up to my grandmother and aunt banging doors and dancing while confessing to their sons. From confessing to us they both became mentally ill. They have been mentally ill since that day and they go around confessing to all the families they have done wrong.
They are mentally ill yet they hate each other so much and they are forever fighting and insulting each other. Our mother has since rested in peace and the only time we see her is in our dreams and she seems happy and at peace. Family is the worst enemy.
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