I am not going to try and justify my actions and choices. I take full responsibility and also acknowledge that i am capable for messing up my own life all in the name of liking finer things in life.
I come from a family where i was never in need of anything. I am the last born of 4. Both my parents and all my siblings were empoloyed. I got allowance from every single one of them each month.
I was well taken of but greed led me where i am today. I wanted to be known with keeping up with trends and living a soft life amongst my peers. I met this Nigerian guy at a club in Joburg and he bought my friends and i champagnes all night .
We were used to that life of going to a club, look all dolled up and have men rushing to offer us expensive drinks. The Nigerian guy asked for my number and after a couple of weeks speaking on the phone. We decided it was time for a real date.
He was at that time at business trip in Cape Town. He then flew me all the way to cape town and sent me 10K. He said the 10K was for lunch at the airport before taking off. My love for money was out of this world. I then decided he is from today on my boyfriend before he even asks me out.
When i arrived, i found him waiting for me at the airport. He took me to the hotel soni can freshen up so we go grab something to eat. I freshened up and we left. He then surprised me with a shopping spree. My Instagram was going crazy with my soft life updates. My friends were envious of me.
We had lunch and he took me for fun activities in the cape. Later on we went to the hotel to have dinner. He paid for the room with all meala but we only had one meal(dinner) because money is not a problem.
We chilled a bit and he said he had a late night meeting. Drugs immediately came to my mind when he told me about a late night meeting. But who cares? As long as I'm not the one dealing then I'm good. Indoda must work so that imama can glow.
He came back in the morning and we flew back to Joburg together that evening. He paid for an extra night at the hotel just so we don't get checked out before our flight. He asked me to go to his house with him and i did.
He left his car at the airport so we drove to his house. He drove a G-wagon ngathi hayi ugirl unkenile la. We drove to his house, an insanely huge mansion. I was his wife this one.
Anyway we started seeing each other regularly until we got engaged and he asked me to move in. He bought me a BMW X6 so i was just nje living my best life.
One day he told me to bath and not put on make up nor perfume. I trusted my man with my whole life so no questions asked. When he arrived he took me to a very big room in the house, the one he told me to never enter. He said that i shouldn't be scared and i must just relax. When we opened it , it was empty and he said this is where i make my money.
Okay, i was confused and i laughed because the room was empty. He put on a straight face and i knew he was being serious. I asked how. He then said there's a snake in here. I feed it rats then it gives me money. I almost peed on myself because i have heard stories about girls being sacrificed to snakes.
He could see that i am uncomfortable and scared. He closed the door and said dont let it smell fear or it will attack. He said don't worry we only feed it rats this one not human beings.
It took me a while to be comfortable in the house again. Eventually i got used to having it around even though I've never seen it. I even started helping feed it.
When it gave us money he would be the one distributing the money accordingly. I trusted him so i was happy with him being the one handling our finances. With years passing by he started distancing himself. He was no longer the same.
I started feeling abdorminal pains like crazy. I would have those almost every two to three months. But they would come and go. So this time it was not stopping. He wasnt home so i rushed myself to the Dr. I was taken to emergency room. I was admitted because they had to run tests, scans and so on.
The following day i was told i needed a surgery asap because i had half a womb. They said something was eating my wob bit by bit so they neeed to remove both the parasite and my womb.
I couldn't get a hold of him anywhere. I got discharged and when i got home there was a new younger and prettier girl living there. He was there too and pretended not to know me. He chased me away like a dog.
I moved back home and I'm now paralysed. We consulted at home and i was told that the snake didn't only eat rats, i was the sacrifice too. Without a womb i am useless to the man hence he chased me away.
It was embarrassing and extremely heart breaking having to explain the story to my family. They no longer look at me the same although they try to hide it. I lost my legs and womb to the snake. No man will ever look my way. There's a heavy price to pray to every easy money.
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