I WENT TO ZIMBABWE TO GET A SNAKE FOR WEALTH

 I WENT TO ZIMBABWE TO GET A SNAKE FOR WEALTH 

I remember crying the whole night for many nights because things were not looking good for me. I was a young university graduate who honestly had huge dreams and goals to smash. I went to university and I knew my purpose.

I was there to get a degree,get a good job and get my family out of poverty. My dad? I hate him so much for what he has put us through and everytime I was about to give up I knew I had to hold on just to show him that even without him ,we thrived and succeeded.

My mom worked tirelessly to help my dad Pay for his teaching diploma. She used to wash people's Landry and do their one day spring cleaning. She worked for more than 10 house holds and that meant no time for herself.

The agreement between my parents was that my dad goes to school first and once he graduates they now work on getting my mom back to school. They both worked odd jobs to fund my dad's schooling.

He used to do people's gardens and he also offered a home call car wash service. Each month end they would go around collecting money from multiple bosses then deposit some to the university for my dad's fees.

The rest would be what we would live by until the next month end. I was young but I saw their dedication and team work and I loved it. Sometimes on weekends my little brother would go with them to help out.

A few months before my dad graduated he left our family. He moved to a different city to live with another woman. Apparently they met at the university and they became lovers. He didn't even think twice about abandoning us for his new love.

We said it is well with our souls. Life from that point onwards became very difficult. My mom lost her spark,her self and her heart. I had to step in and become a deputy mother to my younger brother. The one who ended up being a druggie because life kept throwing Lemons at us.

In every study sitting I kept on reminding myself that I needed this more than life itself. I worked hard and passed matric with flying colours. I also did very well at university. My dad still wanted nothing to do with us and each time I reached out for help from him he made empty promises.

I stalked his wife's social media pages because his wife was not only a teacher but a business woman too. So she had to be on social media to sell her things. They lived a very comfortable life, their kids were even in private schools. They had date nights and family nights at fancy restaurants.

I grew so much hate towards my father. I started dating an older Zimbabwean guy who was well off. But I knew that back home he has two wives and 12 children. He took care of me and I moved in with him.

Both his wives were in Zimbabwe so I had nothing to worry about as I was the girlfriend that spent most time with him. After a year of dating and my family and I been taken care off. He told me that he had a big problem that's causing him to go back home for 6 months or more.

I was shattered but he gave me a very big laundry basket with a lid. It was made out of wood and had a very strong smell of Muti/herbs and a mash potato smell. He said to me take care of what's inside this and it will take very good care of you until I come back.

He said since I know that he's married and he will be with his wives I shouldn't call or text him,he will call and text me every chance he gets. He was an elderly man so I obeyed most times.

He said whatever is in the basket,is your friend. Don't be scared of it or it will smell fear and become very dangerous towards you. I didn't see what was inside because he told me never to open it. He told me that if I open it I will make what's inside angry. It will come outside on it's own when it's ready.

A week later he left. A month passed by and I hadn't had from him. I was lonely and miserable. One night I had the worst nightmare. I had a dream I was fighting with my brother then I stabbed him with a knife,and threw his body in the bushes.

It felt so real,I was relieved when I opened my eyes and saw my self in bed. It was at that moment that I realised it was just a dream. To my surprise i saw the laundry basket was now on my bed and it was opened.

I wanted so much to look inside but my heart was not having it. I took it back into the dark closet and locked it in. It was not even heavy as if there was nothing inside. I went back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to a million missed calls from different family members, neighbours and my mom. I called my mom back and all I could hear was her scream ,she was crying.

I rushed home,I had a car by the way. When I got home I was told that my younger brother was found dead with stab wounds in the near by bushes. What's even weird was that the last time he was seen he was at home sleeping.

No one saw or heard him leave the house,so it was shocking that he was found dead in the bushes. These could mean the person who did this to him took him straight out of his bed. I immediately remembered my dream. 

Because even in my dream the fight happened in his bedroom. I cried so much but had not put two and two together. I tried calling my boyfriend to let him know about my brother's passing but nothing.

Later that day I drove to our house to fetch some clothes and toiletries so I could be home with my mom and help with the funeral arrangements. I was so stressed because I ran out of money and my boyfriend had never sent any since he left.

When I got to my house there was a weird smell of smoke and old blood. I rushed to the kitchen thinking that maybe I left the stove on. But everything was off. I went upstairs to my room and the laundry basket was on the bed. I did not leave it there . I got scared and slowly walked towards it.

I found a lot of money inside it. I was shocked and scared at the same time. But I heard my boyfriend's voice coming from the ceiling saying "don't be scared,use that for your brother's funeral".

I ran out of the room and closed the door. Ran to my car and sat silently there crying and praying. What was going on? I couldn't stop asking myself that question because at the back of my head I knew what was really going on.

My phone kept ringing,it was people from back home wanting to find out how far I was. I eventually gathered enough strength to go back in the house. I filled my handbag with the money then drove home.

When I got there I found that indeed there was no money to help out. Everyone was waiting for me. The money I had taken finished within seconds. Everyone wanted money for something. My uncle needed man for the men who were there to help.

My aunts needed money for food to cook for everyone who came. My other uncle needed money for petrol for the car that's been going up and down.

My mom has a few societies that were behind with payments. It was just a lot that was going on. I had to go back for more. I went back the following morning and took more money. Little did I know that the more I took the hungrier the snake was becoming.

On the third time of going to fetch more money,this time for a coffin and tombstone. I was welcomed into the house by a very big snake on my bed. I think I fainted or it hit me and I collapsed I don't remember. 

But I remember waking up with marks on my body,razor marks that clearly shows that I was initiated into something. The marks had a bit of my blood and black Muti.

I couldn't remember much but from that day on I could hear the snake communicate with me. I gave my little brother a dignified send off. He got an expensive coffin. I got him a glass marquee,catering was paid. 

Everything was top class. It was like a funeral of a celebrity. It was the talk of the village for months. I gained some kind of respect from the society. 

I built my mother a big house and bought her a car with a chauffeur. Life was good until I got the same dream three years later. But this time it was with my dad. I woke up to the same news as my brother.

I didn't feel nothing,infact I was glad. I didn't contribute a single cent. Instead I spoiled my mom with the money from his BL00D. I even took her to a month's vacation in Zanzibar. We were vacation hoping that month. We went to so many places.

People didn't suspect rituals. They kept on suspecting that its policy pay out money. I didn't care because it wasn't worse than the truth.

My world fell apart when now I had the same dream with my mom. I have never been the same since that day. I even moved far away from that place. 

I now know no peace now and I am heavily haunted by the snake and the people it took away from me. My boyfriend is also nowhere to be found,this tells me that this has always been a part of his plan. I was his vessel which he used for his bad deeds.

His name is Personal Shangarai and if anyone knows him please direct me to him.