Please hide my name. I am literally just here to beg for a very powerful sangoma who can help us. So my mother used to work for a mortuary in Gauteng and she made mistakes while working there. The sad part is we are all now paying for her mistakes with her.
When bodies would arrive at the mortuary my mother and her colleague were the ones to receive the bodies and name tag them before putting them in the cold room. In most cases, not always some bodies would come with their jewelleries still on.
All my mother needed to do was take those off and put them in some plastic bag for the families of the corpses to get when they went to identify the bodies. But not my mother guys, she confessed that sometimes they would even steal money from corpses.
I am not sure how the procedure goea but i am sharing what she shared with us. She would sell some of the jeweleries and some she would keep for herself and us. So the trouble started when she stole a ring from a Nigerian pastor. She liked the ring for my elder brother so she kept it and not sold it.
But the very same day she stole it, she says the whole night she heard people having a serious conversation in the closet where she kept it. She ignored the voices and each time she fell asleep, she would get dragged by her feet. But there would be no one there.
She didn't even suspect the jeweleries. Fine time passed by and she came home with a jewellery box full of nice jeweleries including the ring. Yoh guys my mom didn't come home alone. She came home with a whole church congregation that only appears at night.
She had to even quit her job because she kept on having too many attacks. She is now in a wheelchair because of the ghosts we now live with. Whenever we switch off our lights we start hearing people praising and preaching. Singings and clapping hands. Everything that happens at church happens in our bedrooms.
When it starts happening we all feel like we are being burned by some acid or fire on our body. We scream and shout all night and now the neighbours no longer come and they have all distanced themselves from us. We are now called witches because of this.
We have tried throwing away the jewelerries but we always find them on our doorstep the next day. No matter how far we have thrown them away. When we sleep with the lights on we suffocate the whole night as if there is fire in the house and the smoke is suffocating us.
We have tried all kinds of churches, prophets and sangomas but nothing has worked upto so far. Please we are pleading with anyone who can help us.The younger kids are suffering and they are traumatised. Sometimes they even act like people who have lost their minds. My mom is no longer mentaly stable and my dad is broken.
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