Confession: The Nyami Nyami River Sacrifice.
This is why rivers are very sacred places .
I will not say my name. What I did was wrong, and I am still haunted by it. But I need to tell my story.
I grew up near the **Zambezi River** in Zimbabwe. My people believed in **Nyami Nyami**, the great river god. They said he was half snake, half fish, and he controlled the waters. If he was happy, the river gave us fish and life. If he was angry, he brought floods and disaster.
I was poor. My family had nothing. Every day, I watched the rich men in the village with their big houses and full plates of food. I wanted that life. An old man once told me, “If you want wealth, you must give something to Nyami Nyami. A big sacrifice.” I laughed at first. But then, my hunger grew. My desperation grew.
One night, I went to the river with a goat. I cut its throat and let the blood flow into the water. I prayed, begging Nyami Nyami to give me wealth. But nothing happened. Days passed. I was still poor.
Then, I heard a whisper in my dreams. A voice saying, **"Not enough. A bigger gift."**
I was scared. But my hunger was stronger than my fear. The old man told me that long ago, our ancestors gave **human sacrifices** to Nyami Nyami. That was the secret to true wealth.
I didn’t want to do it. But my hands were empty, and my stomach was too. So I did something terrible.
There was a young boy in the village. He was always alone. No family, no one to protect him. I took him to the river. My heart was beating fast. My hands were shaking. But I did it. I pushed him into the water and held him down. The river swallowed him.
That night, I dreamed of Nyami Nyami. His eyes were red. His mouth opened, and I heard a deep voice: **“It is done.”**
Days later, everything changed. A rich man in the village died suddenly, and his land was given to me. I found gold buried near the river. My fishing nets were always full. I had more than I ever dreamed of.
But I was never happy. At night, I heard **screaming** by the river. The boy’s voice. I saw shadows in the water. My dreams were full of blood and red eyes.
Then, the floods came. **The river rose, swallowing homes, animals, people.** It took everything. It took my wealth. It took my family.
I ran. I left my village, my home, my cursed fortune. But I can never run from what I did. Nyami Nyami gave me wealth, but he took even more.
If you ever think of making a sacrifice for riches, **don’t**. The river always takes back what it gives—**and more.**
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