Please keep my anonymous.
This goes out to all women who are dating men who's parents hate them. My advice, run! My grandmother hated my mom with all her being simply because my dad married her. My grandmother had a woman she preferred my dad to marry so when my dad married my mom instead my grandmother made sure life became mess for my mom.
It is belived that to destroy a woman you have to hurt her children. My grandmother was known for witchcraft i was much too young to even realise that i was a part of her witchcraft. My grandmother did not like my mom but she fooled me into believing she loved me.
When i was younger i used to visit my grandmother a lot. We didn't live far from her so every weekend i would go visit her happily. She taught me a lot of weird things that as a child were fascinating because children have a very curious mind. But as i grew older i found everything weird and disgusting.
Everytime i visited her, she used to wake me up at night and made me drink bl00d from black clay bowl. She always said it's chicken blood. I would drink and be excited that i am actualy drinking while in bed, my mom hated it when food entered the bedroom so this was a different kind of freedom.
She would also make me chew some black thing that tasted like burned meat wnd she would always tell me that it was a very expensive kind of biltong. We would be doing all this while my cousin was asleep in the same bed and wouldn't hear anything.
My grandmother told me to never tell her about our late night snacks because she would be jealous and steal them. Fine i kept the secret and it was very exciting for me and i felt like the favourite grandchild. One weekend when i had visited her as usual she woke me up and told me to follow her quietly.
I had my pyjamas when i slept but when she woke me up i was completely n@ked. As a child it didn't bother me until i was older which was much much later. I woke up and followed her, she fed me something using her finger. She told me to open my mouth and she rubbed something very hot with her fingers on my tongue until i almost puked.
Then i started hearing the sound of a flowy river. It was like the river was right on my ears but when i looked around there was no river anywhere near, we were still inside the house. She then instructed me to walk through the door without touching it.
I walked through the door and i was outside without even opening it. Mind you at that point i was a child so such things that we see only on cartoons excited me very much. She then told me to follow her. We walked for a little while until we found a hut in the middle of nowhere.
There were no neighbours or anything just a hut in the forest. A very dark forest. We entered the hut and i found people spitting around fire in the hut. To my suprise they were all n@ked and they were just sitting around the fire quietly. They were small children, probably my age at that time.
I noticed three of them and we were told they were de@d at school. My grandmother told me not to talk to them but to just sit with them quietly as they were about to eat. I almost screamed when i saw a snake handing them zinc plates. A snake doesn't have hands but that one did. Till this day i am not sure what i saw that day but a snake is the closest description.
They were all given empty plates and i watched them eat from the empty plates as if there were real food in there. I was baffled but i had no words. I was also given the plate. I tell you now that when i ate from that plate it felt like i was touching food and i was actualy tasting food in my mouth. Surprisingly!
After eating they stood up and started singing. They moved like robots, in a straight line they walked outside while singing. We could hear them sing from far as they got further and further. Then my grandmother gave me a drum to play until they returned. She was just sitting there at the fire cutting a new born baby's tongue then stuffed her with insects inside her mouth.
For the longest time i was scared to even talk about this because when i spoke about it i was taken to a mental institute. I played the drum so loud trying to take out my fear and frustrations on the drum.
Then after a long while i heard the singing getting closer and closer. Finaly they arrived and i was told to stop playing the drum. They each had something in their hands. They kneeled infront of my grandmother and they put what they had down and they immidiately all passed out at the same time.
My grandmother gave me a black dish and told me to collect the things and put them in the dish so that we can leave before it gets light outside. I collected underwears, hair that looked like it was freshly cut, nails, soil and used sanitary towel that looked like it was taken from the rubbish bin or and a shoe.
I collected them and gave them to my grandmother who wrapped them on her back with a black doek as if she was carrying a baby. We then left and locked them inside. As we walked home it was getting lighter outside to show that it's almost morning. We came accross women who were going to the fields.
My grandmother covered my mouth with her hand and her arm wrapped around my kneck. These were women we knew but to my suprise we just walked passed each other as if they didn't see us. They were talking amongst themselves and didn t even notice us.
When we got home my grandmother made me bath with water from the river that was stored in buckets at the back of the house. Then when we got into the house she blew some brown powder on my face and i don't know what happened next.
Next thing i woke up in bed with my pyjamas on and it seemed like everything was just a dream. My body wasn't even tired so i don't know what was the meaning of that. But i knew that wasn't a dream.
It was when she introduced me to her ear rat that i knew that i was not dreaming. She has a rat that she sends to people's houses and come back speaking exactly like those people. I heard the rat speaking exactly like my mom and dad. It was having an entire conversation and we were just listening.
My grandmother then said you need to be very good with identifying people's voices so that when the rat delivers you then know exactly who is talking. I wish i had the whole day to write all my experiences and how they can even make you feel like it was just a dream when it wasn't just to keep you shut.
When you don't keep shut then they accuse you of being mentaly ill.
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