I DATED A GHOST I MET IN SANDTON, I FOUND OUT THAT SHE PASSED AWAY A FEW YEARS AGO WHEN MY UNCLES WENT TO PAY LOBOLA AT HER HOME.
I WENT TO PAY LOBOLA FOR HER BUT CAME BACK A MILLIONAIRE. FALLING IN LOVE WITH A GHOST MADE ME RICH.
Clubs are very dangerous to be meeting and mingling with strangers, especially romantically. I moved to Johannesburg to work for a very big company that pays very well. So obviously I could afford the good life. The only thing that was going south in my life was my love life.
I had a lot of bad luck when coming to that so I decided that I will now find a complete stranger and marry her ASAP ,I had decided that I'll get to know her inside the marriage. I was tired of not being a part of my wife this and that gang. I was frequenting malls and clubs scouting for the woman to marry.
One night at a club in Sandton I saw a girl more beautiful than the sun. She was truly beautiful and in my eyes she was shining. It was like I was seeing a woman for the first time in my life. I don't want to lie her beauty was beyond my imagination.
I approached her and we had a little talk and I was impressed. Only wisdom came from her mouth and I knew right there and then that she was a definite keeper. We exchanged numbers and I dropped her at her place. The next day we spent the whole day on the phone and I loved it.
A week later she came to visit me and it was officially that I was no longer single. That was without a doubt the best s*x I've ever had in my entire life and I was captured without a doubt. I loved every minute with her and within a month of us dating I asked her to move in with me.
Living with her was everything I have ever prayed for. I was the kind of guy who would always look forward to going home after work and stay home the whole weekend. She didn't like going out much.
She preferred going out mostly at night than during the day. So we were the kind of couple that would only be seen at night. I loved and lived for her. 3 months into the relationship I started speaking marriage.
She didn't seem interested and I didn't want to push because the more I spoke about marriage the more she would pull away from me. I didn't want to seem desperate and lose her because I couldn't afford to lose her.
8 months into the relationship I started asking her about her family because she hardly spoke about them. She finally opened up to me a year into the relationship. She told me how she was raised by her uncle and his wife after the passing of her mom and grandmother.
So her mom passed away first and her grandmother followed , leaving her with her uncle and his wife. She said they had three kids and one was her age while the others were older. She said she became their slave as she was expected to do all chores while the others did nothing.
She convinced me that she had a very sad life and that's why she feels like they don't deserve any lobola money for her. According to her theory she passed matric,got a bursary moved to varsity and she still exceeded there too and landed a job in Johannesburg.
However 6 months into the job then her aunt poisoned her when she went home to show them her car. She started crying hystericaly that I told her to not continue with the story. My heart was broken. While telling me the story she went into her Facebook and showed me all her old life events.
She showed me posts and pictures of when she graduated,moved to Johannesburg,her first day at work aswell as when she purchased her car. Her life was moving smoothly and more was still to come. She had a good head on her shoulders. Beauty with brains was rare.
One day I came across her diary and found her uncle's number. Decided to call him and asked to see him and his family. I only mentioned that it was because I saw a beautiful flower in her garden but didn't mention names. He had daughters too so I wanted to think it's one of them because I was afraid that if I mentioned my woman's name then he would cut the call and not organise the family receiving.
The reason why I went behind her back was because my dad was a pastor of a very big and respected church and he was never going to allow me to live with a woman I had not paid dowry for. My family would have never accepted her.
I planned everything without telling her,even the dates. I was going to tell her once everything was done so that she can see that I would protect her through anything and everything can be done without harming her.
The day came and I told her that I was going away that weekend on a work trip. She was used to those so she didn't suspect anything. Luckily we were both from the same village,just different towns.
I drove home on a Friday night and Saturday morning I drove my uncle's to her uncle's house. Everything was set and ready. I waited for them in the car because obviously I wasn't allowed to be seen until everything was done.
While in the car I decided to call her and tell her everything I even sent her pictures of her uncle's house. All she said to me was "it's always the ones that we trust that betray us,my aunt killed me the first time and you have just killed me the second time". She hung up and sent me a text saying why couldn't you just allow me to live my dream life to the end? I only came back because on my life goals I was only left with being married and starting my own family.
As I was still trying to make sense of this I heard a loud scream and cries from inside the house and I froze. My uncle's came out looking like they have just seen a ghost. In the family there everyone was crying.
They walked towards me with the uncle and asked to see a picture of the girl I wanted to marry. I showed them her pictures of which I had many of them. The uncle then said but this is my niece indeed,she passed away two years ago. She poisoned herself and died.
I told him that she told me about the poison only that she told me that her aunt is the one who poisoned her. Everything went blurry and everyone froze. The aunt looked guilty after my statement and started insulting us and chased us away.
On Sunday i drove back to my place. I had not spoken nor contacted her because I was still in shock and not sure of what was happening. When I arrived there was no sign of her ever being there. I still don't understand how. All I have is pictures of her and her death certificate that I found on my bed.
Few weeks later an insurance company called me to bring her death certificate as she had left me as her beneficiary under everything that's on her name. I recieved all her policy money and I still can't bring myself to use it.
How do I communicate with her for the very last time. Is it wise to drive back to her home and ask to be taken to her grave?
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