MY LIFE WITH A MONEY SNAKE
I have carried this secret for years, and it is choking me from the inside. People celebrate me, admire me, and even wish for the life I live. But if they knew the truth behind my wealth, they would run from me. Today, I write not for sympathy, but because the burden is too heavy to carry alone.
It started when I was drowning in debt and poverty. I was the type of person who worked hard but never had enough. My friends moved forward with their lives, while I was stuck, watching opportunities pass me by. Desperation drove me to places I never thought I would go. Someone whispered to me about a healer from far away, a man known for opening doors of wealth. That was the day my fate was sealed.
The healer did not ask many questions. He looked at me with eyes that felt older than time and said, *“You don’t want money, you want power. But power has a price.”* I agreed before I even knew what that price was. That’s when he introduced me to the money snake.
It was small at first, curled in a clay pot with red cloths and beads around it. He told me, *“This is not just an animal. This is your wealth, your partner, your spirit. Take care of it, and it will take care of you. Neglect it, and it will destroy you.”*
From the moment I accepted it, my life changed. Money started flowing to me in ways I couldn’t explain. Jobs came out of nowhere, strangers favored me, people just handed me opportunities. I felt untouchable. But with every blessing came a shadow.
The snake demanded to be fed. At first, it was simple—milk, eggs, sometimes a black chicken. But then the requests became darker. The healer warned me that a money snake does not survive on ordinary food. It craves life. It feeds on the energy of those closest to you.
I didn’t believe him until I saw it with my own eyes. The first time I refused to feed it, my younger cousin fell mysteriously sick. Doctors could not explain it. The second time I ignored it, my business money vanished in ways I could not trace. From then, I understood—this snake was not a pet. It was a spirit living in my house, and it owned me.
At night, I feel it crawling on my bed. Sometimes it wraps itself around my legs, hissing softly like it is speaking in a language I cannot understand. I wake up sweating, with scratches on my body that no one can explain. And yet, every time I give it what it wants, money multiplies in my life.
People envy my lifestyle, but they do not know that every coin I touch is soaked in fear. They don’t know that when I travel, I have to carry rituals with me. They don’t know that when I laugh, it is hollow, because I know I am not free.
The worst part is love. I cannot keep relationships. The snake is jealous—it does not want to share me. Any woman who grows too close to me dreams of snakes, or she falls sick. Some simply walk away without reason, as if something whispers to them to leave me. I live surrounded by people, yet I am utterly alone.
Now I confess because I am tired. I have money, but no peace. I have wealth, but no freedom. The money snake has given me everything I thought I wanted, but it has taken pieces of my soul in return. Sometimes I wonder if I am even human anymore, or just a vessel for something dark that refuses to let me go.
This is my life. This is my curse. Judge me if you want, but remember this: not all wealth is clean. Some of us live under the shadow of spirits we invited in, spirits that will never leave.
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