HE MARRIED ME TO COOK FOR HIS GHOST

 HE MARRIED ME TO COOK FOR HIS GHOST FOR A YEAR.  HE DID NOT LOVE ME,HE NEEDED A COOK FOR HIS MONEY GIVING GHOST.

I used to be a vendor selling vegetables and fruits in the streets. I had no problem with the kind of Job I was doing and I wasn't complaining as it was able to put food on my table.

I used to buy more stock for weekends as those were my busy days were peope would be buying the most. But also even when I call weekends my good days I would make atleast R200 profit a day and that would make me very happy.

During the week sometimes I'd go a day without making a single sale or maybe just make R2 profit. But I only had one child and that was enough for us. A loaf of bread lasted us 3 days and 10kg of maize would last us a month and a half.

We knew our situation and we had accepted it. My daughter would help me out a lot, especially on weekends. She would stand in for me while I quickly rushed to buy fresh produce for the weekend. She worked hard at school and would always tell me about how one day I wouldn't need to sit in the sun.

We had a good understanding. One day during the week a good looking man driving a very nice car passed by then moments later reversed. He didn't get out of his car ,he just rolled down his window and looked at my produce.

He asked about the price and I immediately stood up to assist. I was used to getting up to assist customers who bought while seated in their car,so it was nothing new. He told me to give him 6 bananas,6 appples and 6 peaches. That's the tripple 6 sign which I knew nothing about until I met that man.

Everything amounted to R60. He gave me R200 note and told me not to worry about change. He rolled up his window and drove off. I was super excited, especially because on that certain day we were almost out of electricity.

Later that evening my daughter came to help me pack the stock home like she always does and I gave her the money to buy electricity. I took the wheelbarrow home and off she went to buy us electricity,bread and coke. Coke was just a little treat for us because we got a good tip.

When she got home I had already started cooking. The next day I went to my work spot and she went to school. The very same man came back and bought the same things again and still gave a R200 note and drove off before I could give him change.

The third time again he showed up,and mind you that man would come around the same time buying the same things and driving off without his change. This happened exactly for 6 days and he stopped coming. But from the sixth day I started having dreams about him.

Romantic dreams. I'd dream him and I getting intimate,the next day we would be getting married. I dreamed a lot about him and I'd wake up very happy and excited. This made me believe that maybe he was my soul mate and was sent my way by God and my ancestors.

I was very unlucky when coming to relationships so I thought maybe this was finally my chance to be happy. The guy didn't come through for such a long time but the dreams continued and they got hectic.

A few months later,when I was not expecting to see him at all,I had given up and stopped expecting him then he appeared. This time he got out of his car and he told me that there is a lady who always comes to his dreams telling him that he should marry me.

I asked him to describe the lady and he described my late grandmother. Mind you,my grandmother passed a long time ago and there was no way this stranger knew her. So I was convinced that him and I were brought together by ancestors.

Long story short,he one day asked me how much profit I made a month and I told him. He then said he would double it up if I stopped selling in the streets. I agreed,I agreed to everything that man suggested and believed everything he said.

Anyway he promised to build me my own fruit and veggie supermarket or even buy me a franchise like that. He promised to take care of my child and I and make sure he put her to school until the end. That fascinated me because all I wanted for my child was a better future.

Few month later we got married,my family asked for 20K for my lobola but he paid double that amount. We moved into his mansion with him and the first few months were perfect. My daughter even changed schools to a multiracial one.

That man took excellent care of us and even today I still say so. One day he asked me to use a bigger pot for cooking. This was after his house helper whom I've never spoken to quit her job. The woman would come to work everyda6as if she was forced.

She never smiled,nor spoken to me and my daughter. She only spoke to the man. I would talk to her and she'd only use her body to reply until I even stopped bothering with her. When she left my husband asked me to use a big pot to cook.

Big enough to feed 8 people and there was only 3 of us. He then took me to a room outside and told me that each time I'm done cooking I must dish up and leave the food on that room's door. He told me to dish up for us first and everything else should be dished up for that room.

When I asked him who lived there he said it was a very vicious dog and if we don't dish up for him it would hurt my child and I. He said the dog only comes out at night to guard the yard while we are sleeping.

He also told me to never ever go inside that room no matter what. He said it was too dangerous. I believed him as always. Until one night I was very ill and I couldn't cook. He wasn't home and I had been trying to text him to ask him to bring some food home. 

He was not replying nor picking up his calls. My daughter ate bread for dinner then went to bed. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a huge commotion of pots banging and plates being smashed on the floor.

I got so scared and got out of bed to go see what was happening. I initially thought it was him and he was probably drunk looking for food. What I saw when I got there made my heart stop skipping for a few minutes.

It was an elderly woman,his late mother to be exact. It was her but you could tell from her appearance that she was no longer alive. She had a skeleton kind of structure but you could tell it was her. i knew it was her because he had shown me pictures of her.

She looked at me and when she saw that I saw her she ran out as fast as a rabbit and I followed her.She went into the room and left the door open. I don't know what I was thinking but I went into the room,a room with no windows nor light going in.

I saw a grave in there and there was money everywhere on the floor. My mind came back and I became very scared. I ran to the house and I got into bed with my daughter. I held my daughter so tight and she was extremely cold.

I screamed thinking she was dead and started shaking and waking her up with no response. I got out of her bed and the man was standing next to me with his late mother next to him.

He told me that I should've minded my own business and not gotten into business that did not want me. His mom was just there starring at me. He told me that should I tell anyone about anything I saw then my daughter would be dead forever.

I looked at my daughter lying lifeless ,then he and his mother walked out. Suddenly my daughter started coughing and she woke up. She asked for water and the next morning we left. We left and went back to our poverty life like nothing has ever happened.

Listen,I believe we lived in a ghost house and the man was also a ghost because when we got back to our own house. Everything was normal as if we never left. I still don't understand how to explain this but it's like only I know that we had left. No one has ever spoken to me like they hadn't seen me in a long time.

No one has ever spoken to me like I've ever been married. Life just continued as usual. This bothered me for a very long time and I decided to consult and the sangoma confirmed that everything happened as I saw it. He said this before I even told him anything.

He also told me that my daughter snd I needed cleansing with soil from the grave to.deattach our selves with the world of dead that we had lived in for months. He took us to a river and mixed the soil there with water and scrubed us on our entire bodies.

My daughter faInted then suddenly a very angry spirit started speaking through her. The sangoma told the spirit with vulgar words to leave the child's body and never return. After a while it was quiet and my daughter started coughing again.

The sangoma then told us that we are now free from the curse. From that day on I no longer allow tips or help from anyone. I have absolutely learned the hard way and I almost lost my daughter.