WE ARE ALL CAPABLE OF WITCHCRAFT
I was involved with a man for over 12 years, we were blessed with three children. We were still in high school when we started dating.
We then went to varsity together, he had a problem completing his degree, I was a smart student so I completed on record time. My family was against our relationship but I loved him so I chose him over my family.
When I got a job I then asked him to move in with me. I took care of him financialy. His family loved me because I took care of them too. That times I wasn't even taking care of my own family.
Since he was struggling with his degree he decided he wanted to register with UNISA to complete his degree and I agreed. I was more happier about being able to spend more time with him when I was off since he would be doing distance learning.
When he finaly completed his degree, he didn't struggle getting a job so he then started acting all kinds of weird. I could feel that we were drifting away but I was desperate to make it work. That's when I planned to fall pregnant with our third child.
I was thinking that would make us closer again because I saw how much he loved our twins. He became worse. One day when I came back from work I found him gone. All his clothes and shoes were gone.
I tried calling him and his phone took me to voicemail but when I used a private number he answered. I then decided to his working place the next morning. When I got there I was told that his wife was in Labour so he didn't go to work.
His wife? Labour? How? I had a 9weeks old baby at home, so how? I called his mom and she didn't answer. I called the cousins I used to talk to and I thought we were close and they all ignored my calls.
When I searched them on Facebook I had been blocked. I didn't know what was happening, I was broken and I was having anxiety attacks.
When I got home I called my mother, someone I have been distancing myself from for a very long time. To my surprise she was happy to hear from me. She asked me how I was doing and when I was coming to visit them. My dad was on the line too he too was excited to hear from me even after I let them down.
Everything was just so heavy on me so I decided a break to my parents house was exactly what I needed. So I waited for the weekend and drove home with my kids. Everyone was so happy to see me. But I could see pity in their eyes. I hadn't said anything to them yet but it's like they could sense it.
The next morning I told my mom that I wanted to drive to my baby daddy's place so they could see the kids and also to meet the new one. I couldn't exactly tell her that I wanted to tell the mother that her son went awol on me.
I could see the shock in my mother's eyes. It was like her tongue had just been cut. I asked her why the reaction and she said I should let the new makoti settle in first and they should be the ones coming to me for the kids otherwise it would look like I'm there to cause trouble.
I felt like I could die when my mother then explained to me that my boyfriend of so many years got married two months ago and the bride was pregnant during the wedding and she looked like she was gonna be put to bed anytime....
I froze for a few minutes and I honestly don't know what got into me, I got into my car and drove to my baby daddy's house. I don't even know where I got the strength to drive or even how I got there.
I have never in my life been that humiliated. My baby daddy pushed me out of their yard like a mentaly ill person. I saw my mother in law holding a baby in her arms.
My baby daddy's siblings protecting the wife and insulting me. I have never done anything to me, I have been nothing but good to them. Why was I being treated like this? I don't know what got over me but I smashed all windows of my baby daddy's car and left.
I spent the weekend in jail, yeap he got me arrested. Only dropped the charges on Monday and got a protection order against me. I could not believe that this was happening to me.
When I went back to Gauteng I left the kids with my parents because the plan was to end my life. I wanted to end my miserable life because I was nothing without that man.
I called and texted, I cried and begged with different numbers. I wasn't even scared of the protection order or the law. I just wanted my man back. Everyday was harder and harder it was not getting any better with time.
I was stalking him with a fake account and it was making me weaker and angrier, I was hurt. He was posting his woman and kid. I had a career and I helped him build his so why? Why wasn't I enough? I kept asking myself.
In Gauteng there is always those adverts on walls, lights, trees etc that had bring lost lover back. I don't even know how I ended up taking the number on one of the pamphlets but I did.
I texted on whatsapp and went to see the Sangoma. He requested that the next time I came I bring my baby daddy's wife's picture and the baby's. He said he will break them up in no time.
I paid R11 000 in total for that process. He mixed soil with muti, stabbed the pictures with a knife and told me to birth them in my yard. I took them home but something in me said this is not you.
This is now how you want to keep a man. My senses came back and I aborted the mission. I did not go thorough with it and I regret ever thinking about it. My baby daddy is still married and I am hoping to heal one day.
It is still very hard but one day I will break through and I will be fine. I hate him so much and I absolutely want nothing to do with him and I dont and I will never wish him well in life.
But his wife and child did nothing to me so they don't deserve what I wanted to do to them. I would have never forgiven myself if I would be responsible for anything happening to them.
But I am a scorned woman and I was ready to become a witch all because of a broken heart.
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