THE DARK SECRET BEHIND THE SILENT PARTNER: THE ZIMBABWEAN DOOR TO DOOR SELLER IS A GHOST SELLER
“I Took Goods on Credit From the Zimbabwean Door-to-Door Sellers — The Silent One Came to Collect”
People think those Zimbabwean sellers who walk from house to house are just ordinary hustlers trying to survive. They carry brooms, blankets, atchaar, and knock politely at the gate. To most, it’s nothing strange.
But I know their secret.
I lived it.
And I’m here to warn you: never take goods from them on credit.
The day they came to my home, it was just before sunset. Two men. One was friendly, smiling, and talkative. He convinced me to take a broom and a blanket. I didn’t have enough money, so he wrote my name in his little book and told me I could pay at the end of the month.
The other one… he never said a word. He just stood there, stiff, eyes fixed on my house. He didn’t greet, didn’t smile, didn’t even blink much. His silence made me uncomfortable, but I brushed it off. I thought maybe he was shy.
That was my mistake.
Weeks passed, and I couldn’t pay. That’s when things started happening. At night, my children began waking up crying, saying there was a “man in the corner” of their room. They described him exactly like the silent seller — pale, stiff, and wordless. Sometimes they said he leaned over their beds, watching.
My husband started hearing footsteps in the passage, always around 2 a.m. Slow, dragging footsteps, as if someone was walking barefoot on the tiles. And the broom we had taken… it would never stay where we left it. We’d find it standing upright in the hallway, or lying across the kitchen floor.
The worst night was when my youngest shook me awake, terrified. She whispered, “Mommy, the quiet man is asking why you haven’t paid.”
I nearly lost my mind. I knew then that the silent seller had followed us into our home.
The very next day, I borrowed money from a relative and waited at the gate until they came again. When I paid them in full, everything stopped. No footsteps. No broom moving. No silent man in the children’s room. Peace returned, as if nothing had ever happened.
But not everyone was as fortunate. In the next village, a man ignored his debt after taking blankets on credit. His wife fell mysteriously ill and died within a week. Another family lost their child in his sleep, the same month they had refused to pay.
That’s when I realized the truth: the silent one is not alive. He is a spirit, bound to the seller, and he comes to collect what is owed — in money, or in life.
So listen to me carefully. Next time those sellers come, look at the quiet one. Notice how he never looks at you, how he never speaks. He’s not human. He’s waiting.
And if you ever take goods on credit, make sure you pay. Because if you don’t, the silent partner will come into your home — and he will take his payment one way or another.
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