I WENT TO ZIMBABWE TO SACRIFICE MY MOTHER FOR WEALTH AND SUCCESS

I WENT TO ZIMBABWE TO SACRIFICE MY MOTHER FOR WEALTH AND SUCCESS

I want to confess something that has been eating me alive. Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy, and other times I feel like everything makes sense in a very scary way.

My aunt took me to a church because I had graduated five years ago and still had no job. I was trying every day, but nothing was working. My friends were moving forward with their lives, getting cars, getting houses, getting married… and I was stuck in the same place. It was painful. I cried so many nights alone.

The church she took me to is the one where they wear red and white, similar to ZCC but more spiritual. They believe in God and also in ancestors. When we got there, the pastor told me that I had slept with a man who put bad luck on me, and the only way to fix it was for me to move in with him and his family for a month. I was desperate, so I agreed.

The church was in **Zimbabwe**. We crossed the border by foot, inside the river, without passports. I was scared but I kept quiet because I wanted my life to change.

When we arrived, the pastor’s wife told me that for seven nights, they would take me to bath at the river. I didn’t understand what kind of river it was, but when we got there on the first night, I almost ran away. There was **light** inside the river. Not moonlight, not torches… light coming from under the water. That’s when I understood what they meant by “the under world.”

They told me to take off all my clothes. The pastor’s wife smeared me with Muti mixed with soil. Then she gave me a black chicken and told me to kill it. She used the intestines to rub on my head, face and whole body. They placed black candles in a circle around me and told me to stand inside, close my eyes, and ask for everything I wanted. I prayed for a job, a house, a car and a husband.

When I opened my eyes, the candles were gone.Instead, there was **a big black snake** in the circle.

I tried to run, but I couldn’t move. My legs refused. My mouth refused. Only my eyes were moving. Tears came out on their own because I was so scared. The pastor and his wife came closer and started praying in a language I didn’t know.

The snake slowly wrapped itself around me. It felt like it was squeezing the life out of me. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. The people who brought me there were just watching.

The pastor said, “Poverty and bad luck is leaving your body today.”

After some time the snake disappeared into the water. Then I could move again. The pastor told me to go into the same water and wash off the Muti and chicken blood. I asked, “The same water the snake went into?” They told me to stop asking questions.

The water was surprisingly warm.

We did the same ritual for seven nights. On the seventh night, I felt empty. Something inside me felt gone. When I entered the water to wash, I saw my mother drowning. I panicked and tried to save her, but the pastor pulled me out. Then my mind came back and I remembered that my mother was in South Africa.

When we got back to the pastor’s house, they told me the cleansing worked and I could go home and start applying for jobs.

I was so happy because I was tired of their food and tired of their lifestyle.

But when I reached home, I saw people gathered with sad faces. That’s how I learned that my mom passed away. She woke up in the middle of the night struggling to breathe, then collapsed. They said **water came out of her mouth**, like someone who drowned.

My aunt gave me that “shut up” look, like she wanted me to keep quiet. That’s the moment I knew her heart was black.

After my mother’s funeral, my aunt won **10 million rand** from lotto. Just like that.

Meanwhile, my life became worse. No job. No money. No peace. Sometimes I wake up with a painful private part, like something touched me in the night, like I have a spiritual husband.

I confronted my aunt, and she called me ungrateful. She said I have an evil heart and the rituals only work for clean-hearted people. But how is she the one winning millions while my life is falling apart?

So now I ask…

Am I wrong to think what I think? I know you are thinking it too.