Today I want to share a confession about how my bestfriend tied and destroyed my womb using an egg that I gave to her. When she took the egg from my fridge she was taking my ovary.
So I am one person who loves people whole heartedly and I hate it when someone is being mistreated. I got a lot of people being sarcastic and giving me names such as mother teressa or God's advocate.
I was an advocate for the most hated people. I used to live with my mom in Johannesburg before she died. So when she died I moved to the villages to live with my grandmother. My mother's mother.
My father was foreign, he is from Gaborone in Botswana. His surname is Ferguson and no he wasn't related to Shona Ferguson and nor were they related. He gets a lot of people asking him if they are brothers because they even kinda looks the same.
I also took my father's looks but in a more feminine and prettier vision. When I got to Matatiele a lot of people accused my mom of having child with Indians. So I was a bit sidelined because of that.
I then noticed that I wasn't the only sidelined child at school, there was another very quiet and shy looking girl who was loudly rejected by every pupil. She was even worse because she was hated by guys aswell.
She was accused of witchcraft, apparently she lived with grandmother who was popularly known for witchcraft. I watched the girl every day from a distance and I just saw a sad, scared girl who just needed a friend. She had eye bags that to me meant she cried a lot.
Being a kind hearted and sidelined student I approached her and she was shocked that anyone was actually talking to her. We started talking on a daily basis bit by bit until we warmed up to each other and became super close.
I could see that people had a lot to say but I refused to take hints because I was also wrongly judged so I assumed it's the same for her. When I was in grade 11 my dad came looking for me and even paid damages so I could use his surname.
When I started using his surname, now everyone assumed I was related to Connie Ferguson and they now wanted to be close to me and they started sucking up to me. Most people even said I looked like her but I ignored their many attempts to get close to me.
But however I never denied nor admitted that I was related to Shona and Connie Ferguson. I continued being friends with my friend and we were very close. I loved and adored her so much.
We then passed Matric and my dad took me in Gauteng so I can go further my studies. My bestfriend was also funded by NSFAS so we were so happy. We went to the same varsity and most guys liked me.
My friend didn't like that. She would make hurtful sarcastic jokes. My biggest mistake was falling inlove with a man who loved me just as much. My friend then created a Facebook page, named it after our vollsge and started posting nasty and hurtful things about me.
I didn't even suspect it was her. After graduating my boyfriend then proposed. He was already working. Let me not drag the confession.
Anyway we got married and my friend was having trouble staying in a relationship. I didn't even think that deep about it nor did I think she was secretly competing with me or even trying to destroy my martiage.
These other day she came to my house and borrowed one egg she said she wanted to use it. It was shocking because she passed so many shops to get to my house. She had money because she was working well.
She sat for a few minutes with me and on her way out she asked for that egg, I eventually thought she was just joking. I gave her the egg and when she gave me a hug good bye she rubbed the egg on my tummy abour three times and left.
I couldn't conceive. Took us 3 years to finaly agree on the traditional way and we were told about a friend who took the egg from my house, we were told that not only did she take the chicken egg but she took my eggs too.
The Sangoma then told me to go to her house and told me where to look for the egg. It was safely put. I went straight to her house and went into the garage where she had a big blanket covering the egg and I found the egg wrapped with a razor blade and two colour wools with my name on it.
It breaks me having to even think back on this, but she was someone I would've taken a bullet for. To think I would always cry on her shoulder about not falling pregnant.
She has never contacted me since and I am very okay with that. I broke the egg and I felt the most excruciating pain in my abdomen. I now have 2year old twin boys.
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