THE SNAKE THAT TOOK EVERYONE I LOVED IN EXCHANGE FOR POWER AND WEALTH.
I never meant for it to go this far. But now, here I am, with nowhere to turn and a truth so dark, I can’t hide it anymore. This is my confession, and I hope it teaches you something that I learned the hardest way possible.
It started with a dream. A dream of power. A dream of wealth. I was tired of struggling. I needed a way out. So, when I heard about the ritual, I was desperate enough to do anything.
The old man at the village told me there was a way. "A snake," he said. "A serpent of ancient power. It can give you everything you want, but in return, it will take what you love most." I should have known better. But the hunger for riches clouded my judgment.
I gave up my father.
At first, it worked. Money came pouring in. Business deals, investments, luxury, all of it. I felt unstoppable. But with every blessing, something was missing. Slowly, people close to me began disappearing.
My father was the first to go. The serpent took him without mercy. Then, one by one, it came for my mother, my siblings. The pain wasn’t sharp at first. I thought I could bear it. After all, I was gaining everything I ever wanted.
But then, it took her. My fiancée. The love of my life. And the child she carried.
That was when the real pain hit me. The emptiness. The feeling that I’d lost everything that truly mattered. I would wake up at night, sweating, feeling the serpent's presence even in my dreams. I could hear its hissing, feel its cold scales wrapping around my soul. The power I once loved had turned into a nightmare I couldn’t escape.
I began seeing shadows everywhere. The whispers of those I lost haunted me. I started fearing the dark, afraid that the serpent would come for me next. But the worst part? I knew I deserved it. I had fed this monster with my own hands.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to find a way out. So, I went back to the sangoma. "How can I end this?" I asked.
He looked at me, a cold smile on his lips. "When you're tired, you can pass the snake to someone else," he said. "Take the hair and nails of others. Place them in the snake's basket. When it has their scent, it will go to them."
And that’s what I did.
The neighbours had no idea what I was up to. They often threw away their hair and nails without a second thought, but I knew what it meant. I collected it all—pieces of their hair, their nails, anything that carried their essence. I placed them in the snake’s basket, just as the sangoma had told me.
The snake vanished that night.
At first, I thought I had freed myself. But now, I see the changes. My neighbour, the one whose hair and nails I took, has become a big spender. Money flows to him like it did to me, and I watch as he grows in power and wealth. I can’t help but feel a sense of dread building in my chest.
I know what’s coming. I can feel it. The snake will take him, just like it took my family. I can already count the months before it happens.
Sometimes, I see him laughing, buying drinks for everyone, living like a king. I want to warn him. I want to tell him to run. But would it even matter? Would he even listen? I didn’t, and now look at me.
So, if you're reading this, remember—nothing comes free. There’s always a price. The snake gave me everything I wanted, but it took everything I loved. **Don’t make the same mistake I did.**
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