Most polygamists are ritualists with wealth animals, I know this because I was one too
Before you judge me, let me speak the truth in the simplest way. I once lived a life that looked perfect from the outside. I had four wives, a big home, money that never stopped flowing, and respect from everyone who knew me. But behind all that was something dark, something I brought into my own life.
I was tied to a money snake.
This snake was not just an animal. It was a ritual creature I got from a sangoma who promised me wealth. He told me the snake would give me everything I wanted, but it needed to be tied to souls. That is why I married four women. To the world I was a strong man, a provider, a polygamist. But the truth was that I was only obeying the snake.
Only my first wife was mine and not used as a sacrifice.
At night, the snake took my shape. My wives thought they were sleeping with me, but it was not me. It was the snake, feeding on them, taking their energy, growing stronger with every touch. I could feel everything, but I could not move. I could only lie there and watch my own body being used by something evil.
The snake also lived in a huge avocado tree at the back of my yard. That tree was strange. It never ran out of fruit. The avocados were big, fresh, and always there, but no one dared to take them. Anyone who passed near that tree felt something heavy, something watching them from the branches. They couldn’t see the snake, but they could feel its presence. Even visitors avoided that side of the yard. My wives always said, “There is something wrong with this tree,” but they never knew what lived in it.
The snake stayed up there, coiled around the branches like a silent guardian of my wealth. Sometimes, late at night, I would hear it sliding down the trunk. The sound alone made my skin crawl, but I had no power to stop it. I was a prisoner to something I thought I controlled.
I lived like this for years. Four wives, endless money, and a tree that fed the snake instead of feeding my family. People envied me, but inside I was slowly dying. I could not look my wives in the eyes, because I knew the truth of what shared their bed.
One day, I woke up tired—tired of lying, tired of pretending, tired of this creature controlling my home. I walked to the back of the yard with an axe. My body was shaking, but my heart was done. I lifted the axe and cut down the avocado tree. Every strike felt like I was breaking a chain around my neck. The snake hissed, the ground shook, and the air felt thick, like a storm passing through the yard. But I kept cutting until the tree fell.
When the tree hit the ground, I thought I was free. But the freedom came with pain. The snake screamed in ways I could feel in my bones. The wealth stopped. My businesses failed. My wives left me, scared and angry. At night, I could hear whispers in my house, feel cold hands touching me, and see shadows moving where there should be none. I became weak, sick, and restless. Every day is a fight, every night a terror. I destroyed the tree, but the snake’s anger and the curse of my actions followed me.
Now, I live with suffering that never ends. The tree is gone, but the cost was heavier than I ever imagined. I confess because I cannot carry this alone anymore. I was a polygamist because of a ritual, a slave to a money snake, and I am paying for every soul it fed on.
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