I believe every story that's written here. I grew up believing that witchcraft is real because i witnessed it for 10 full years. I didn't even attend my mom's funeral because she sacrificed me for her marriage.
When i was 5 years old my mother married some venda man. I lived with my maternal grandmother whom i miss everyday. Years later my mom got married she and her husband wanted to take me to venda to live with my step grandmother and i refused.
They tried bribing me and i still refused. I was 10 then. Out of the blue my grandmother started being sick and we eventually lost her. I then moved in with my mom's sister and my step dad was making my mom force me to live with his mom.
I still refused, so they decided they will be cutting me off financialy and i was okay with that. I didn't like my step dad because of how he treated my mom. He used to make fun of her and even shout at her even at public spaces. So i was never seeing myself ever living with a woman who raised such a man.
My mom was very scared of him. My aunt also fell ill the same way my grandmother did and eventualy she also passed away. Now i didn't have anyone to take me in or stand up for me. My drunk uncles and their wives worshipped the ground my step dad walked on. He used to buy them booze and meat angisho they are unemployed and he's rich.
The day i moved in with that gogo was the beginning of the end of my normal life. Things got worse when i was 12 when i started my periods. This pad thing doesn't start now, it's been going on for years just that no one spoke about it.
We had no plartforms for such topics. My step grandmother didn't like me at all and she treated me bad until i started my periods. I used to sleep with her on the same bed but when i started my periods she moved me to an outside room. It was a roundavel with no windows. It was painted black and red inside, she kept on saying that now that i am a grown woman i needed my own space.
What surprised me was that there were 6 bedroom in the house but she chose to give me a privacy in a hut outside. I knew right there and there that something was wrong. My first night in the hut i had a very bad dream, i dreeamt of two young girls (about my age) sitting on the floor in that very same hut crying hysterically.
The next day i told the old lady and she gave me a branch with green leafs from a tree and some water in a bucket. I don't know what was in the bucket but it smelled really bad. She told me to dip the branch in the bucket and sprinkle in the hut while shouting these words.
"GET OUT , THIS IS NOW MY ROOM". That really scared me a lot. I got to my room and started crying because i knew something wasn't right. I didn't use the water i just sprinkled some snuif under my pillow and asked the spirits how i could help them. That night i dreamt of the girls again.
This time they were running and yelling for me to run away. In the dream i tried running but i had no feet, i tried screaming but i had no voice. Next thing the girls came back and started pinching me. It felt so real. The next morning i had pinch marks all over my body.
I then took the bucket and branch and did as i was told by the old lady. I called my mom and explained the dream to her, i was crying when i told her and she told me to stop being a cry baby and hung up.
Fast forward to the night. The room suddenly became really cold out of the blue. It was freezing cold. I tried to reach for the blanket and i felt someone stopping my hand from pulling the blanket up. I jumped out of bed and suddenly someone very with a very strong grab pushed me to the bed and held me down.
The rest is history. The next morning i called my mom and told her that something or someone r@p€d me last night. She told me to never ever speak of such and just put on my big girl shoes because either way i was gonna have a boyfriend in future.
I could not believe my ears. This happened for 10 full years. 10 years later i finaly ran away and my body was weak and didn't feel like mine anymore. I then went to a sangoma and i was told that by those things violating me, my step father's company was getting bigger and stronger. My own mother failed to protect me.
They had kids together who lived a very soft life while i was slowly watching my life fade before my eyes. My siblings and i don't have a relationship and i am perfectly fine with that. I recently had my womb removed because the Dr's found that it was rotting inside me.
A part of me is glad i will never have kids because i have no love to give.
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