I MARRIED A WOMAN WITH A MONEY SNAKE

I MARRIED A WOMAN WITH A MONEY SNAKE,IT BIT ME WHEN I DISCOVERED THE TRUTH.

Please don’t ask for my name. I am only telling this story because it’s been sitting heavy on my chest for years. Some people won’t believe me, and that’s okay. But those who know… they know that these things happen.

I married a woman who once failed all the time in school. She dropped out in Grade 9. People used to laugh at her. She was quiet and always seemed slow. That same year, her mother died. Her mother’s family asked her father to let her come live with them. They said they would take care of her till she was older.

She left our village. Gone. No one saw her again for 10 years.Then one day, she came back — for her father’s funeral.

We were all shocked. This was not the same girl we knew. She came back looking like a queen. She was beautiful. Rich. Driving a flashy car with loud music. Expensive clothes. Expensive perfume. Nails shining. Hair done like a celebrity. The whole village came out to look at her.

Every man wanted her. But she wanted me.

She used to have a crush on me when we were young. And I knew it. I was now working as a teacher in the same village. Life was hard, I won’t lie. I was the breadwinner at home, and money was never enough.

But now this beautiful woman, rich and successful, wanted *me*.

We started dating. She was generous. Always buying me things. New shoes, clothes, phones. Even gave me money to help my family. After a few months, we got married.

That’s when I started noticing strange things.Every month, there was one week where she changed. She didn’t want to be touched. She wouldn’t let me near her. No hugs, no kisses, nothing. And strangely, I never saw a single pad or tampon in the house. She never even mentioned having her period. It was like she never had one.

During that same week, I would sleep like I was drugged. Deep sleep. No dreams. No waking up until the next morning. It started to scare me, but I kept quiet.

She told me her wealth came from her grandparents’ inheritance. But I had seen that house. They were poor. Nothing about them looked rich.

One thing bothered me more than anything. There was a room in her mansion. Always locked. During her “week,” she would go into that room every night with a black plastic bag. She would stay there for hours.

I couldn’t take it anymore. One night, I told her I was going to visit my parents. I packed a bag and left. But I came back that same night. Quietly. I snuck into the house and hid in the spare room near the dark room.

Around midnight, she got up like a zombie. She was talking to herself.

“Yes master… I’m coming… I’m ready to serve you.”

She walked to the room with the black bag. I followed her slowly. She didn’t even notice me.

She opened the door and went inside. I peeped through the small gap.

She spread a white cloth on the floor. Took off all her clothes. Lay down on the cloth. Then I saw bl00d coming out of her priv@te part. I froze.

And then… a snake appeared.

It was big. Black. It came from the shadows, like it had been hiding there. It slithered straight to her and started sucking the blood from between her legs.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I panicked and rushed into the room, trying to chase the snake away. That’s when it happened.

She turned into a snake too.

She bit me on the arm, and I screamed so loud the whole street must’ve heard me.

I ran out of the house, bleeding and confused. One of the neighbours ,a man who always seemed to be watching us ran to help me. He didn’t ask questions. He put me in his car and took me straight to a traditional healer.

That healer saved my life. He gave me herbs, washed me, and prayed over me.

After that, I stayed far from her. I heard more stories from the neighbour. He told me she had sacrificed her grandparents. That she was a ritualist. And that the snake was given to her by her ex-boyfriend — a Nigerian man who used to visit the village. He disappeared after people found out what he was doing.

They said he was turning young girls into ritualists.

I lived with a snake. I married a woman who had sold her soul for riches.Believe me or not — but I know what I saw. To this day when I tell some people what I went through they still think I'm not well in the head.

After I saw what I saw, I couldn’t sleep for days. I stayed with the traditional healer for two full weeks. My body was healing, but my mind wasn’t. The dreams I started having were not normal. Every night, I would dream of snakes chasing me. Sometimes, I’d dream that I was stuck in a room full of blood, and she would walk in laughing, calling me “husband of the snake.”

The healer told me not to go back to her house. He said if I did, I wouldn’t come out alive the second time.

But I was afraid. That house was in her name. Everything we had furniture, the car she gave me, even my clothes were in that mansion. My bank account had her fingerprints all over it. She knew all my passwords. She was the one who opened the account for me when we got married. I thought she was just helping me. We had a joint account now and in order to do anything I needed her especially if I didn't have any documents of mine.

I realised I didn’t even own my own life anymore. She had turned me into her own,I had even quit my job because she said she wanted us to start a business together and both put in the work and time to make it work. We were going to start our own perfume line company.

We had bought all raw materials and machines and we were just about to get started. We were going to hire people who knew how to make perfumes. She sold me so many dreams.

Leaving my things behind to start afresh was very hard on me because I needed to face reality,I had people who depended on me.

I thought about my family. My little brother who depended on me. My sick mother. I decided to go back just once — quietly, during the day — to take some clothes and leave. I planned to disappear and never return.

I went to the house when I knew she’d be gone. But when I got there, the front gate was wide open. That was strange. She never left the gate open.

I walked in slowly.

Inside, the house was silent. No music, no sound, just dead silence. I walked to our bedroom to pack my bag. But when I opened the wardrobe, everything of mine was gone. Not one sock was left.

Then I saw a note on the bed.

It said:  

**"You tried to see things you were not supposed to see. Now you belong to the master too."**

I felt cold. I dropped the note and ran out. As I reached the door, I saw her  standing at the gate.

She was smiling. But her eyes looked empty. Like something else was inside her. She didn’t speak. She just watched me.

I ran past her. I didn’t even look back.

For weeks, I stayed at a family friend’s place in another village. I told people I was sick, just to stay away from everyone. But she started calling. She called my phone every day. Left voice messages, sweet ones “I miss you, my husband… come home, please… I need you.”

But every time I listened to her voice, I could hear something else underneath it. A whisper. A hiss.

Then one day, she sent me a message:  

**“If I can’t have you, then no one will.”**That night, I almost died.

I had gone to sleep early, and around midnight, I felt something crawling under the blanket. I thought I was dreaming. But when I opened my eyes, I saw it — the same black snake. On my chest. Staring at me.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t move. It was like I was frozen.

Then it opened its mouth, ready to strike. I whispered a prayer. I don’t even know where the words came from. Just something my grandmother taught me as a child. A prayer in my mother tongue.

As I whispered it, the snake hissed and disappeared.

That’s when I knew — I needed to leave *completely*. Not just hide. Not just run. *Disappear*.

The traditional healer helped me cleanse again. This time, he gave me something stronger. He also helped me go to another province, far from my village, far from her.

To this day, I don’t know where she is.

Some say she left the village too. Others say she vanished. There are rumours she’s now living in the city, dating another rich man. Some say she’s still doing rituals. That the snake is still with her. That she’s richer now than ever before.

As for me, I don’t want to know.

All I know is this: *money that comes from blood will always ask for more blood*.

If you see someone who disappeared and came back rich — don’t rush to envy them. Some of that wealth comes from graves, not hard work.

I survived. But some don't. People tend to think I am not well in the head,and that's the impression I believe they get from telling my truth. I no longer even share my experience because I hate it when my sanity is questioned.