I GAVE MY WIFE’S PERIOD-STAINED UNDERWEAR TO BECOME RICH, BUT NOW WORMS ARE COMING OUT OF HER PRIVATE PART

I GAVE MY WIFE’S PERIOD-STAINED UNDERWEAR TO BECOME RICH, BUT NOW WORMS ARE COMING OUT OF HER PRIVATE PART

This is my confession. It is painful, shameful, and heavy, but I need to let it out before it destroys me completely. I never thought my greed would bring this kind of darkness into my home.

I never thought the woman I love would suffer because of a decision I made behind her back. But here I am, living with regret that feels like a knife in my chest every single day. Let me tell the whole truth.

I was tired of struggling. I was tired of feeling like a failure while other men provided for their families. I wanted quick money, fast success, and respect. So when I heard about a powerful sangoma who “opens wealth gates,” I ran to him like a desperate man. He didn’t ask for a goat, money, or anything normal.

He said, “Bring your wife’s underwear with her period blood. That is the strongest key to your fortune.” I should have walked away right there. But greed is louder than wisdom. I convinced myself it was just a small thing, and she would never know.

My wife is naturally untidy and carefree. She leaves clothes everywhere, including underwear in the laundry basket. That’s how I found the one with stains. I took it without thinking twice. I told myself I was doing it for the family. I was lying to myself.

I went back to the sangoma with the underwear in a plastic bag. The room was dark, with smoke and candles everywhere. He told me to sit quietly while he worked. He placed her underwear on a small mat. He sprinkled muti inside it—powders that smelled like burnt herbs. He added black chicken feathers and a chicken liver. Then he wrapped everything tightly inside the underwear.

After that, he used red and black wool and tied it around the bundle many times, like he was trapping something inside. He spoke strange words and blew smoke over the tied bundle. When he finished, he handed it to me and said: “Go home and bury this inside your gate. Your money will never run out.”

I buried it that same night. My hands were shaking, but I did it anyway. I wanted to believe it would work. And honestly, for a while, it did. Money started flowing. Opportunities came out of nowhere. I felt powerful. I felt like I had finally made it. But I didn’t know the price would be my wife’s body and mind.

A few weeks after the ritual, my wife started acting differently. She complained about stomach pains. She said she felt weak and empty. She started forgetting things. She lost her smile. She slept like someone running away from nightmares. At first I thought she was just being her usual lazy, disorganised self. I blamed her instead of worrying about her.

Then everything turned dark the day she screamed from the bathroom. I ran to her and found her shaking, crying, unable to breathe properly. She said worms came out of her private part. I stood there like a stone. I knew this had something to do with what I did.

My heart dropped into my stomach. From that day, she has not been the same. She walks around like she is living under a cloud. She is mentally drifting away. She talks less. She looks lost. Like her spirit is tired. She is not perfect, but she is kind. She is simple. She loves deeply. She never, ever deserved this.

I went back to the sangoma, shaking and desperate. I told him my wife was suffering. I told him I wanted to stop everything. He didn’t even look sorry. He said: “If you reverse this ritual, you will die. And your children will never succeed. Once you open the door, you cannot close it.” Those words trapped me.

They still haunt me. Every night I hear them in my head. But now I am stuck with the truth: if I do nothing, my wife will keep suffering. If I confess, I may lose everything. If I try to undo it, I might die according to his threats. I put my family in a darkness I don’t know how to escape.

Every time I look at my wife, guilt crushes me. Every time she cries from pain, I feel like a monster. Every time she looks confused, I feel like I destroyed her mind with my own hands. I wanted to be rich. Instead, I broke the person who trusted me the most.

 This is my confession—for awareness, for healing, and maybe for forgiveness. Greed can blind a man. It blinded me until it was too late. Now I am left with one question that keeps burning in my soul: **How do I save her from something I caused?**