THE GHOST MONEY RITUAL.
I HAD TWO GHOSTS A MALE AND FEMALE GHOSTS AT MY TARVEN ATTRACTING CLIENTS FOR ME.
This was something that was passed on to me by my late father. He owned a tarven and when he got very sick and couldn't continue with the business he asked me to drive him to his sangoma.
The sangoma lived 600 KM from where we lived. He was deaf and mute but had a very short ,dark man who used to be his ears and eyes. I still believe that the short man was a tikoloshi. The short man spoke in a very deep and commanding voice.
My dad traumatised me for real. My dad owned a very successful Tarven for many years, actually for aslong as I can remember. The Tarven was always packed on weekends and he made a lot of money from it.
He used to make extremely good profit from it. Many Tarvens came and fell but his remained standing firm. He was a very quiet guy who was strict too. One thing he did not allow us his kids to do is work in the Tarven nor go there to have a few drinks even in our big age.
He would rather give us money to go spend on alcohol bought somewhere else as long as it's not at his Tarven. We were prohibited with a red pen to drink any alcohol from his Tarven. My dad was a ladies men too,he had quiet a number of children and side chicks so we always assumed he didn't want us finding out about that hence he is keeping us away from the Tarven.
Only to later find out that it is actually deeper than that. One thing that happened each and every year without failure is there would be someone dying at his Tarven. The person would either be stabbed or hit by a bottle.
This would be customers fighting amongst each other by the way. It wasn't one of those mysterious death were you would find them dead and the culprit wouldn't be known. Anyway as my dad aged he got really sick.
A few weeks before his death he asked me to drive him to his healer. It was quiet a long drive and I saw how sick he was and how he was desperate to see his healer I agreed. My mom wanted to accompany us but my dad refused saying that this was a journey only for him and I.
We woke up at 2am to begin the journey and we arrived around 11 in the morning and sure enough they were expecting us. We had too many stops where I had to go to help my dad change sitting positions at the back.
I can tell you now that it was the first time I went to that sangomas place but before we left my dad gave me a black charcoal the size of a plum. He told me to eat it and while chewing I must ask for guidance to arrive at our destination. I did as I was being told then I washed it down with a red liquid that looked like it may have been red juice except for that it had a horrible smell.
I don't know how but we arrived at the destination with zero help from anyone for direction. Another thing is that I was not tired at all. It was as if I had not driven 600 KM. I was as fresh as I had just woken up.
We were told that the healer does not work during the day and we would need to wait for sunset before he could see us. His wife ushered us to a room where we were asked to rest while we wait for sunset. Apparently we were not allowed to wait outside.
Night time came and we were summoned outside. To my surprise the place looked totally different from what it was during the day. It looked like we were somewhere between the mountains with very huge rocks,green trees and a river somewhere near by.
The same mountains looked like had a lot of graves surrounding us,but it was getting darker and darker as we approached the healer's consulting room. We got in an sat down and there was suddenly light in there.
Next to the healer was that sacry short man. I could clearly see that the healer was blind and deaf,the short man translated everything he said for us. My dad was suddenly well and he could speak and move well.
However he was told that his time on earth was over and he needed to pass the powers to me. I was confused and obviously not comfortable but I kept quiet. Having my dad besides me made me calm. I knew I was safe around him.
We were told to take off our clothes and lay down next to each other. Facing up,we faced up without clothes and the short man started bathing us with water that smelt very bad. While bathing us he was summoning powers to leave my dad's body to enter mine as I was the new successor.
I felt something enter my body, it was painful and I became dizzy same time. It entered through my tummy. I don't even know how to explain that feeling. We then were told to walk to any two graves outside and pic two hands full of soil from the grave and swallow it like we are eating food.
We walked back into the house and we were told that the spirits have been transferred successfully. We went back to our room and passed out. When we woke up my dad was sick again just as we had arrived.
I had so many questions but I was told to ask no questions as I now possess all answers. Eish admin I even feel dizzy while writing this I don't know if I'll be able to finish it.
We woke up and went back to the car and drove back. We arrived home and according to my mom we had been gone for a whole week,but I only remember being gone for just one day. I didn't argue then later that night my dad asked to see me in private.
I went to his room and he told me that I have inherited the Tarven from him and only I should run it. He said if anyone else takes over there will be death in our family every month. He said that I would see how to run the tavern smoothly even in my sleep.
The next day he was mute and a week later he passed. No one fought me over the tavern. It was given to me and that's when I realised that I had been taken to that strange place to be initiated into money rituals.
I had strange people that I had never seen before every weekend at the Tarven. A male and a female,they were the ones bringing in clients. They are the ghosts I took the soil from their graves.
They would literally fetch people from their homes and get them to the tarvnes. They are the little voices in your head that keeps telling you go to the Tarvens to drink and spend a lot of money and regret the next day.
Only I could see them and my clients would only hear them. They are the voices in your head that convinces you that alcohol is nice and you deserve to have fun in life and so and so drinking spot is where you should be.
The problem I have now is I am unable to enjoy my life. I have no friends and I have become like my dad who was quiet and strict. I avoid people every chance I get. The only time I find joy is when I sleep with different women for no reason.
I made a promise to myself was that I will never be a womanizer like my dad but I am everything he was.
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