I am even ashamed to tell my story because i have gotten myself in so much trouble and i can never emphasize enough just how much i am regretful.
So i was just a young man who struggled to get employed and my family was also struggling to make ends meet. I would wash people's cars at pubs just to ensure there's bread on the table at home.
With time my mom adviced me to buy vegerables for her with my earnings so that she can resell them at the taxi rank so that there's atleast two income streams. It sounded like a good idea so i saved enough and bought her a starter pack vegetables for resellers.
In the mornings I'd wake up before her around 5, take a wheelbarrow and go to the taxi rank with the vegetables to set up her stall for her. She would be home preparing my younger siblings for school then clean up and cook so that they find something to eat when they get home.
Once she was done she would bath and come to the rank to release me. I would then go home, take a bath and eat then go to the shopping mall to help and guard motorists cars. Sometimes I'd wash their cars. I did all that for any amount that they offered.
On weekend nights that's when i would wash cars at pubs. There was this nigerian man who owned one of the biggest and cheapest pubs in the town, he would always give me a lunch box full of coins twice a month. That was his way of thanking me for making sure that his customer's cars are always safe.
The alcohol there was super cheap, there would even be a R1 special per dumpie rush hour. You'd wonder how he makes profit because there were always specials there. One day he asked me to get him ants, lots of ants for a good price.
I was excited because ants were very easy to manipulate plus we had lots of them at home. Everytime i would give him the ants he would go to his car boot and give me 4 handsful of coins.
One day i overhead him speaking to someone on the phone telling them that he will be going to abuja to collect another chicken coin. It made sense instantly to me because he always had a black chicken in his car, since I've known him.
He would always put the ants in the car and I'd see the chicken eating them. When washing his car he would tell me to pretend the chicken is not there and try not to upset it.
After a couple of months of fighting with my conscience i then decided I'd buy a black chicken from my hood and then exchange them. On the phone call the other time i also heard him telling the person that the chicken he has no longer lays coins meaning it's now home sick hence he needs another one.
Me being me, i thought well he will think even this one is home sick and get another one. Problem solved. Fine i ended up going ahead with the plan and i succeeded. I already knew that the chicken eats ants so why not?
I got home and hid it in my room. The first month was amazing.i was waking up to a bowl full of coins. The pub owner also seemed fine so i figured he still hadn't noticed what was happening which was good news for me.
Life was now all roses. I was able to feed my family with restaurant food weekly, i was able to buy fancy snacks for the young ones. Life was just perfect. 6 months later the chicken started changing into a very big shadow at night demanding blood.
I was told to kill someone and fill a 2kg bucket with blood and leave it in the room next to the chicken or my mom and younger siblings die. I would see the shadow almost everywhere now. My life was a mess. I couldn't take it no more.
I confessed to the pub owner and he laughed at me. He told me that has always been part of the plan. He explained how he planned for me to hear the conversation and how he planned for me to steal the chicken and how he sent me to get the ants on purpose so that once i steal the chicken i will know what to feed it until it wants blood.
As I'm typing this i am officially a part of the dark cunt and i have killed to save my own family. I have so many regrets and wish i could undo everything. By him recruiting me means he no longer have to do the kilking yet will enjoy the benefits.
I am told in 5 years time i can pass on the ritual and still enjoy the benefits. My life is a mess.
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