I ALMOST BECAME A SACRIFICE IN MY RELATIONSHIP BUT I ESCAPED AND EXPOSED

I ALMOST BECAME A SACRIFICE IN MY RELATIONSHIP BUT I ESCAPED AND EXPOSED

My name is withheld. I am from Zimbabwe but I live in South Africa. I met a man in Johannesburg. He was rich and charming. He said he loved me. But I did not know he had a plan.

One night he took me to his house. The house was very dark. Candles burned everywhere. Strange symbols were drawn on the floor. He called a sangoma. The sangoma said I was chosen for something special. I was afraid.

Then I saw something I cannot forget. A huge snake was drinking tea from a gold cup. The snake wore gold beads and earrings. Later I learned that this gold cup, the beads, and earrings are part of a common ritual these rich men use. Many women are trapped this way.

Before the ritual, the man made me weak. He gave me strong drinks. At first, I thought it was only alcohol, but later I knew it was Muti. My body became heavy. My mind was slow. I could not think clearly. I felt weak and absent-minded.

The sangoma chanted words I could not understand. The snake moved slowly around the room, watching me. I realized they wanted something from me—something I could never give if I stayed. Fear filled my heart. I knew I had to escape, or I would disappear forever.

I crawled quietly to the door. Every step felt dangerous. I opened it and ran into the night without looking back. My heart was beating fast for days. I could not sleep. I could not eat. I remembered the gold cup, beads, and earrings, and I knew other women had suffered.

After that night, I started learning about these rituals. I discovered that these men use wealth, charm, and dark magic to trap women. They take blood, hair, or even body parts to gain power and more riches. Many women are too afraid to speak.

I knew I had to do something. I followed the man secretly one night. I watched him meet other women, using the same gold cups, beads, and earrings. I took pictures and notes. I felt fear, but I also felt courage. I wanted to expose him.

I went to the police and some journalists. At first, they did not believe me. But when I showed the evidence, they started investigating. I felt relief, but also fear—because I knew the network of men was bigger than I imagined.

Now I tell my story to women everywhere. Never trust wealth, charm, or strange rituals. Some love is only a trap. I escaped, but I carry the memory of the snake, the gold cup, the beads, and the earrings every day. And I will never forget the fear, the drinks, the chants, or the night I ran for my life.