A MOUNTAIN SNAKE IS THE ONE CAUSING ALL THE ACCIDENTS HAPPENING IN LIMPOPO BECAUSE OF GREED BY LIMPOPO TYCOONS

A MOUNTAIN SNAKE IS THE ONE CAUSING ALL THE ACCIDENTS HAPPENING IN LIMPOPO BECAUSE OF GREED BY LIMPOPO TYCOONS

A LIMPOPO MAN CONFESSES: “THE BLOOD ON THE ROAD THAT MADE ME RICH”**

In recent months, Limpopo has seen a shocking rise in fatal road accidents. Many people blame reckless driving, alcohol, or bad roads — but one local man has come forward with a confession that tells a darker story. According to him, some of these accidents are not accidents at all, but part of money rituals performed by people who traded human blood for wealth. This is his story.

I can’t sleep peacefully anymore. Every time I turn on the TV or scroll through my phone, I see news of yet another accident in Limpopo. Some of those roads I know too well — roads that I once stood on, late at night, doing something I can never undo. People think these are just normal accidents, but I know the truth. Some of us have made deals with things not from this world. I am one of them.

I wasn’t always like this. I used to be an ordinary man, struggling like everyone else. Life was hard, and I was tired of being broke. I watched my friends grow rich overnight — driving big cars, building houses, and living soft lives. One day, a friend told me about a ritual that could change my life. At first, I thought he was joking. But when I saw how his life had changed, I started believing.

He introduced me to a man who performs powerful rituals. The man told me there was one that could make me rich forever — but I had to be brave. It had to be done on a busy road, at night, when the road was quiet and empty. He gave me a bucket of water mixed with the blood of a dead animal and told me to go to the middle of the road, undress, and bathe with it.

I can still remember that night like it just happened. The moon was dim, and the whole place was silent. I could hear my own heartbeat. I did everything he told me — I poured the blood-water all over my body. It was cold, thick, and smelled like death. After I was done, I poured the remaining mixture onto the road. He said that would “open the gate.”

He warned me not to look back when I left, because something would come to collect what belonged to it. But curiosity got the better of me. Just as I turned to leave, I heard a long, deep hiss coming from the bushes beside the road. The air changed — it became heavy, almost too heavy to breathe. I didn’t see it, but I *felt* it. Something big was there, watching me. That was the night I met the snake that hides near that road — the one we praise in silence.

From that night on, my life changed completely. Within weeks, money started coming in. My business grew fast. Opportunities came from nowhere. I started living a life I had never imagined. I thought I had finally made it. But every blessing came with blood.

Each time there was an accident near that same road, my wealth would multiply. Cars overturning, people dying — and my pockets getting fuller. At first, I tried to convince myself it was just a coincidence, but deep down, I knew what was happening. The man had told me that every drop of blood spilled there would feed the snake, and in return, the snake would feed me.

Now, I can’t even pass that area. Every time I hear about another accident in Limpopo, my heart becomes heavy. I see photos of wrecked cars, families crying, people losing their lives — and I know that the road has claimed another soul. I know that my wealth grows from someone else’s pain.

People think those who perform money rituals live soft, easy lives. The truth is, we live with fear and guilt every single day. The snake doesn’t stop asking. It keeps taking more. It doesn’t care who dies, as long as blood touches that road.

Sometimes at night, I dream of that moment. I see myself standing on that road again, naked, while something moves in the dark bushes. I wake up sweating, shaking, and hearing the hiss in my ears. I know it’s not my imagination. It’s a reminder that I will never be free.

Limpopo’s roads are no longer just roads. Some of them are feeding grounds for the things we brought into this world — snakes that eat blood, spirits that take lives in exchange for money. And all of it started with greed.

If you are reading this and thinking of trying a money ritual, please, don’t do it. Nothing good comes from blood wealth. The money is sweet at first, but the guilt never leaves. You’ll spend the rest of your life haunted by screams you can’t silence and dreams you can’t escape.

I thought I was bathing in fortune that night, but I was bathing in my own curse. Now, every time I see another accident on the news, I know exactly what happened — the snake has eaten again.

The snake is greedy and always hungry. Innocent souls are feeding the greediness. I wish I could take it all back.