Please hide my identity admin. I am here to share a confession on how I became a witch at a very young age unknowingly and Incase people don't know, witchcraft is addictive.
Questions like why didn't you stop are annoying. My father's mother taught me witchcraft from a very Young age. When I was just a few weeks old my father took me and my mom to visit his mother.
When we got there according to my mom at night I was taken away from mother and I was returned the next morning to my mother. My father's sisters and grandmother brought me back in the morning dancing and ululating. Apparently it was because a ritual was done on me that night and I passed.
But when they told my mother they said that they had to do a traditional DNA test to check if I was really one of their own and they were excited because indeed the test came out positive.
But when one of my aunt's became very sick she asked to see my mom and told her to get me help because I had been initiated to become a witch on that night. According to my aunt I was undressed and I was smeared with Muti that's making me as light weight as feather yet sticky as glue.
They then threw me on their wall of fame and I stuck there without crying or anything at all. So according to my aunt that meant I had been initiated as the newest member in their witchcraft and that's why they rejoiced.
If I had failed the test I was going to stick on the wall but cry none stop. I apparently slept peacefully on that wall. So by the time I was 8 years old I was already doing the unthinkable. By the time I was 20 I had ki££€d about 30 villagers with witchcraft.
I have caused miscarriages, accidents and mental illnesses to many. I have turned happy homes into horror homes, I've made siblings turn against each other. I have broken marriages. The list could go on all day if I had to unpack this.
It took me 5 years to stop actually fight the demon that was in me. My grandmother had taken a spirit of one of her old relatives and inserted it inside me to continue their dark doings. The spirit entered inside me the day I was thrown on to the wall.
At night the Spirit would awaken and use my body for all the dark things and during the day the spirit would sleep allowing my own soul to use my own body. I was caught twice doing witchcraft and everytime I was caught the spirit would wake my soul then it sleeps.
I was always so confused and scared as to how I was at those two places because the last time I saw myself I was in bed next thing I am waking up surrounded by an angry community. The last time I was caught a sangoma from Malawi begged the community to allow him to take me home and deal with me.
He instead saved and protected me and I will forever be grateful. I sometimes have this dream of my soul leaving my body and an unknown spirit fighting to enter but I am saved and I will never go back to that life.
It's just sad how many find our painful experiences funny but I pray it never ever happens to any of them.
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