SELLING WOMEN POO FOR MY OWN WEALTH

SELLING WOMEN POO TO BECOME RICH

I Gave Up Everything for Wealth… Even My Humanity — Here’s My Story

I’m a 22-year-old from Newcastle, now living in Durban, and I need to come clean about the dark path I chose—and quit.

In 2019, I was introduced to a ritual called “Ukuthwala ngesidlo.” I refused to use blood, so my mentor told me the sacrifice would involve something else… something shocking: feeding a baboon with women’s poop. Women had to volunteer, offering R1 on a plate, and I’d pay them handsomely afterward. Some even made a career out of it.

Around the same time, I met an old man who promised me wealth and wisdom for life if I helped him herd his cattle for a few months. He lived alone in a massive house on a mountain next to a huge river. Elders said he was a banned witch in our village, but he convinced me the villagers were jealous and lied about him. I believed him—probably because of the Muti he used to control me.

I started sleepwalking to his house, and that’s where it all began. He performed a ritual between me and a baboon. Ever since, my life has never been normal.

The ritual required me to lure women, spoil them with food secretly mixed with Muti, and get them to poop in a silver bowl. The baboon would eat it—and I could taste it in my mouth. If the baboon got sick or in pain, I felt it too. There was a blood exchange in the ritual that made us painfully connected.

I became known for making women rich—but at a horrifying cost. Their sacrifices caused unseen harm to their reproductive systems, while I suffered physically and mentally from the ritual. My life became a nightmare: curfews, sleepwalking, and even hallucinating clubs as jungles, behaving like a baboon among people. One night I ended up in jail.

Even worse, the baboon cloned the women’s sexuality when I slept with it afterward. I couldn’t enjoy life, relationships, or even money anymore.

I’m done. I want out. I’m young, ambitious, and ready to reclaim my life. The road behind me was dark, twisted, and horrifying—but now I’m walkin away.