We should always do a little research on the kind of families we are marrying into. Or atleast pray and ask our Ancestors to lead us into marriages that wont traumatise us.
When my husband and i got married he had three siblings left. According to their family history mamazala had 7 children in total. 4 of which just died a mysterious death. I've been married into the family for almost 15 years this year.
Every year when we would go to the graves for goodfriday , mamazala refused to join us. She's never went. When we would phahla(appease ancestors) she also would never join us.
We never understood why but we assumed that maybe it could be because she felt betrayed ny God and the ancestors after losing so many of her kids. She always emphasized that no parent should have to live to burry her children it should be the other way round.
A few years ago she fell ill and as the oldest makoti since she lost all her daughters i had to be the one nursing her. We had a good relationship so i didn't mind at all. I had an 11 months old baby by then.
I always got chillz and freenzy hair everytime i entered that yard. But i ignored it and didn't think much about it. The first night when i got there mamazala said to me that her children are starving. She asked me to cook in a big pot.
I just thought it's old age and sickness talk because she didnt have any one living with her, so which kids are starving? I cooked using a small pot enough for two. She asked me if i cooked with a big pot and i said yes.
You know i was thinking let me just tell her what she wants to hear. We ate and just before bed time she asked me to put the pots on the table with a 5L bucket full of water.
The pap and relish pot. Ah me being me i went to the kitchen and just giggled a bit because wow hey it felt like we were playing imaginary games. I went back to the bedroom and told her that i did and she said thank you. Atleast they will eat today since I've been too sick to cook for them.
I was woken by my son's hysterical cry at 1h35 am. He is someone who sleeps through out the night but that night was something else. I tried calming her down but nothing. I could see that my mother inlaw could hear him but pretended to be sleeping. She kept on peeping at us with one eye.
I was almost in tears myself because the crying was too much and he wouldn't stop. 2Am came and the doors began banging, we heard foot steps going up and down. I was so scared. I pushed the wardrobe to the door and asked who was there.
Pots were being banged, i started screaming and the footsteps ran away banging doors. In the mist of all this mamazala was being none existent. It was like She's not even there.
Not even one neighbour came to help even after i screamed that much. The next day everything was as we left it. I was confused and shocked at how calm my mother inlaw was. The evening came and she said if you do what you did last night and ignored my plea to cook for your siblings inlaw, tonight they will str@angle your child to death.
I felt my skin crawling samw time. What was i dealing with here? I cooked with a big pot and followed all instructions. That night it was as if i was having sleep paralysis and the banging of doors and pots were a lot lower. Atleast the baby wasn't crying just kept turning and tossing.
The next day the food wasn't there. The pots were clean as if they was never food. The 5L bucket full of water was half and very dirty as if muddy feet were washed in there. Mamazala said if you cook with an even bigger pot you'll sleep peacefuly.
I did cooked with an even bigger pot and that night if i said i heard anything I'd be lying. In the morning the house was cleaned, dishes washed. Every chore was done. Mamazala then said my daughters are hard workers.
You see? They will do everything for you if you just give them enough food. Heyi that very same day i made up an emergency and called the younger makoti to take over. I told her I'd be back in a week's time.
I left and told my husband everything. He did not believe me until i put the younger makoti on loudspeaker the next day begging me to come back. She was crying and her voice was shaky. I never went back there. I told hubby to bring his mother to our house or he should go live with her if he thinks I'm a bad makoti.
We then got a healer who helped us with sending away the spirits and making them rest for real this time. As for me and my kids? We are still staying far from that house.
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