Yoh before i became a sangoma i used to enjoy clubbing and all those kinda things. The night life was my kind of joy. I was my happiest when i was out having fun with my peers.
So this other one time my friends and i decided to try a different club. We never really liked it much because the place was always so packed. Like really really full.
Well the booze at that club was always affordable and they would have a very hot line up on some weekends with the most trending artists and the entrance would be free.
The night we decided to go to that joint/club is the night i grooved for the last time. I saw things that made me realise that we are puppets in the dark world.
First of all they announced that the owner is at the club which is a miracle because he hardly ever gets time to be there.
It was also announced that the first round is on the house, courtesy of the owner. Everyone got so excited and i for one was having a hard time. My spirit was not vibing well in that place.
The owner walked around shaking hands with customers. To my surprise he wasn't wearing shoes and nobody seemed to care or maybe they just didn't notice. The guy was walking barefoot on a winter night at a place full of people where bottles fall down and gets broken. I pointed his feet to my friends and they started being uneasy.
But we decided we are just going to enjoy the R3 bottles and mind our own businesses. Midnight came and the club was packed with gorgeous,gorgeous women.
Apparently they are the waitresses or hostesses i am not sure what they are called. There is apparently shifts and those gorgeous ladies started their shift at midnight releasing those who started their day shift.
After midnight things started being different. The club was just over crowded and had a weird smell. Kind of a fart and the groovist kept laughing about the smell that would come and go pointing at each other saying they have farted.
I noticed that there was something moving around spraying the club with that smell...then moments later the midnight hostesses or waitresses each walked around with another person. The other person looked like a normal person but the weird thing is they were literally shadowing the hostess. Like they were not talking, moving or even dancing to the music atleast.
When they got to the customers while the hostess is taking orders or talking to the customers the other person shadowing the hostess would spray some smokey thing on the clients face.
I knew i was in danger when the client wasn't reacting to the spray or the third party. I then asked my friend if she could see the third person and she said no and continued dancing.
I ran to the bathroom to wash my face because i thought maybe i had been spiked. Then a very old man came to me and told me to go home and never enter that club again or i will lose everyone i love. The man was really old and it made me more scared as to what such an old man is doing at the club. Worst of all he has just threatened me.
I walked back to our table and forced my friend out of the club. On our way out i realised that everyone in that night club was programmed and i have never been surer that they have been sprayed with muti that makes them buy more and continue coming back.
I don't sleep in peace since that day, i cry everytime someone close to me goes out clubbing. I later found out the muti is sprayed on a selected few who have now become sacrifices of the clubs. They have been ritualised and when their time is up they will then die a mysterious death.
Then new ones get selected. People don't jusy become party animals and slaves of alcohol. They have been possessed and they should be saved.
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