I LOST MY PEN!S TO A MONEY WEALTH

Before I even start ,please don't hear me well. The person on this picture I've shared is not me but we seem to have the same problem. If it's AI then AI has illustrated my problem perfectly so. I could send you my image if I knew you could be trusted. Anyway...

I never thought I would share this, but today I have the strength to confess. I gave up my manhood for a money ritual. It gave me wealth and comfort, but it also took away my peace, my love life, and my chance to ever be a father.

I never imagined that one day I would write about this. For many years I lived with shame and regret, but seeing another man online confessing to the same thing gave me courage. I realised that there are many of us who carry this secret, afraid to speak out. His bravery gave me the strength to finally come forward and tell my story.

I grew up in poverty and hopelessness. I dropped out of school in grade 9 after failing too many times. I had no qualifications, no job, and no future. I used to watch other people move forward while I stayed in the same place. Life was hard, and I was tired of always struggling. I just wanted to live a better life and take care of myself like everyone else.

One day, a friend told me about an old granny who helps people get rich through special spiritual work. I didn’t believe it at first, but when you are desperate, you start to listen to things you would normally laugh at. He took me to her place, far from the village. She looked at me with strong eyes and asked what I wanted. I told her I wanted a better life, to have money and live in peace. She nodded and said, “It’s possible, but wealth always needs a sacrifice.”

When I asked what kind of sacrifice, she said softly, “Your manhood.” I didn’t understand what she meant, but she explained that my manhood would be spiritually exchanged for money, and that once the ritual was done, I would receive a steady income every month. I could live like a man with a good job, even though I didn’t have one.

I thought about it for days, but the hunger and pain of being poor were stronger than my fear. I went back to her and agreed. The ritual was done late at night. The room was dark, with one red candle burning. There were white cloths on the floor and a pot of herbs boiling. She made me drink something bitter and started chanting. I felt weak and dizzy. Before I passed out, she whispered, “Once this is done, you can never go back.”

After that night, my life changed completely. Within days, money started coming to me. It was not millions, but it was enough to live comfortably. I bought a nice car, moved into a beautiful home, and started living the kind of life I once dreamed of. I didn’t have to work. The money just kept coming every month. People around me thought I was blessed. They called me lucky, and I let them believe that. But deep inside, I knew it wasn’t luck. It was the result of a dark exchange.

Over time, I started to realise what I had truly lost. I could no longer be with a woman. My body didn’t respond anymore. Every relationship I tried ended badly because I always made excuses when it was time to be intimate. I can’t have children, and that has broken me more than anything. I see people posting pictures with their kids and families, and I feel empty. I live in comfort, but my heart is cold.

I went back to the old granny and begged her to reverse the ritual. She looked at me and said it couldn’t be undone. She told me, “You’ve already spent the money you received. The spirits don’t take refunds.” That day I realised I had made a mistake that can never be corrected.

I live in a nice house, drive a luxury car, and wear expensive clothes, but I have no peace. I sleep alone every night, wondering if it was worth it. I wanted to escape poverty, but I ended up escaping myself.

To anyone reading this, please learn from my story. Money from dark rituals will never bring true happiness. It always takes something from you — your health, your peace, your loved ones, or your future. I thought I was winning, but now I see I was only losing slowly.

If I could go back, I would choose the hard life I had before. At least then I still had my manhood, my freedom, and a clean heart