I HAVE A HUGE HOLE IN MY BACKYARD WHERE MY MONEY SNAKE LIVES AND MY COMMUNITY MEMBERS ARE THE SACRIFICES.
I went to a sangoma about two years ago because things were genuinely going south for me. I had been working but my money would just finish up without me doing anything useful. Literally my salary would finish up without me buying anything moving me forward in life.
I used to get paid on the 25th and by the 29th I'd be broke and with no food nor money for transport to work. Another shocking thing is that I didn't even drink alcohol back then. Alcohol is a recent thing and i use it as a coping mechanism.
I still can't explain what was finishing my salary and that's how I ended up in Malawi to get help. I was taken to Malawi by a very wealthy business owner. He was my mentor and I trusted him that much. There's nothing of mine that he didn't know even sensitive information.
When we arrived in Malawi at the sangomas house I almost fainted. His house was surrounded by graves. A lot of graves for that matter. So basically he lived in a cemetery. I was not comfortable but I was told we were safe and we would just consult,get help then leave.
So we weren't staying long. The sangoma's helpers were ghosts. I am saying this because the minute he called out for them and the came , every hair on my body stood up. They used sign language to communicate with me.
Not the proper sign language but just using hands and their heads to communicate. It was such a scary experience and I had to pay for the experience. There were so many sacrifices and rituals that needed blood. For instance a black cat's blood, a black chicken's blood was used to wash my whole body.
It was something new yet very scary. This was all done at night. The outside of the house was misty and it was very cold and the sangoma called out a snake by name and it came out crawling to where I was kneeling.
The snake and I were both given instructions which we were also told that we were now one and should take care of each other. Two summons to go home with me to help me prepare a home for the snake and teach me on how to take care of it.
The next day we left, together with the ghosts. They have never said a word until we reached my house. I had to hide them until dark,after dark they used a sign language that they wanted spades. I gave them the spades and they walked around at the back of the house.
They dug a huge hole but funny enough it was a circle hole that was very deep. They inserted the snake in there and they woke me up in the middle of the night to show me the hole. They gave me a note which was written,every 6 months make sure someone stands by the hole.
I didn't quiet understand and they walked back in the house before I could ask questions. When I followed them into the house they were nowhere to be found. Just like that they had dissapeared into thin air.
A couple of days later,my niece went missing at the back of the house. I saw her going there but she never came back and nor was she ever found. The very same day I found a grocery plastic bag on my bed full of money.
The second time ,my neighbour dissapeared the very same way and I found money on my bed again. Three years and six people have gone missing the very same way. I am not okay with this anymore but I am scared of confessing to anyone.
This haunts me every single day and at night I feel like I'm suffocating from the sight of the people getting missing at my back yard and I can't talk about it not save them.
I don't know what to do anymore,this is my last resort. I need help getting rid of the snake without endangering my life please. The amount of money I'm getting is not even doing any justice to my life.
I now drink to forget about my evil acts which haunts me very much.
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