I WAS MARRIED INTO A FAMILY OF RITUALISTS,WE LIVED WITH THE DEAD.

I WAS MARRIED INTO A FAMILY OF RITUALISTS,WE LIVED WITH THE DEAD.

I have suffered the most mentally. It was so bad that I had to take an early retirement package for medical unfit. I was a teacher and I had to let go of my job as soon as I got married into that family because I was no longer okay mentally.

Let me try to start from the beginning,I married the love of my life and we forced his family to accept me. They were very much against the marriage and I didn’t understand why they hated me so much yet they did not know me.

Little did I know that they had a wife for him. Apparently in the dark world they don’t just let anyone in their homes, they only allow someone who’s one of them. So for you to marry into such a family you must also be from a family of darkness otherwise they will make you suffer.

Naturally I’m a very stubborn person and I stayed even when i should’ve left. But honestly it wasn’t because i wanted to spite them,it was because I loved my husband and I had a believe that once his family get to know me better they will get to love and accept me.

Little did I know that it wasn’t a physically war but a spiritual war. I learned much much later that in the darkness world you must give birth to a boy child for them to be satisfied with your presence in your life if you are not from their world.

The reason for that is so that they can use the boy child for rituals. Girl children are a bit difficult to use from an early age as they mature fast. I only gave birth to girls and I could see the hate and disappointment in their eyes. They would never miss an opportunity to remind me of how much I have failed as a makoti.

I lost my mental wellness the night I discovered that my mother in has a huge snake and a cat as her pets,but you would only see those pets at night. There was no sign of them during the day but you’d see them at night,sometimes.

It now made sense why she always made sure that no one leaves their rooms after midnight,especially me. When I had just joined the family I used to get thirsty in the middle of the night to get water. She would get so annoyed and started a rumour that I go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat food that I have hidden. She also said that she once heard me speaking to a man over the phone telling him how much I love and miss him while her son was in the bedroom sleeping.

I couldn’t understand why a woman as grown as she was would lie so bluntly. It did not make sense at all. That was just her way stop me from moving around the house at night and remain in my room .

I had a third eye so I would see what was happening in that house at night. Although she closed my third eye I could still feel what was happening. 

When people from the villages died , they would now live with us in the same house. she used the dead to find her wealth. There’s a lot I can say about her but im rather too scared to reveal everything because that’s what took my husband’s life.

When a villager died she would take them in and use them to steal from their families. My mother inlaw always had money. I only realised much much later that she used the deceaseds to steal money from their families.

People in that village hated each other because they always accused each other of stealing from each other. Others were confrontational while others would keep it to themselves but distance themselves from the ones they suspected.

If only they knew that we were harbouring their dead family members who used to steal from them to appease the old woman. When I told my husband these,at first he didn’t believe me. Eventually he started believing me and he confronted his mom. A couple of days later he died.

That’s when I began seeing their true colours after his death. My mother inlaw and sisters inlaw accused me of being responsible for his death. They were good at shifting the blame in order to hide their guilt.

My bedroom eventually turned into a cemetery and a zoo at night. All the dead people would take turns hiding in my room and I’d see different kind of animals in there too. It was just a lot and I had to eventually move out.

I had to also let go of my job because my husband became my monitoring spirit. He would follow me to work and sometimes while teaching I’d turn around and he was standing behind me begging me to save him. But surprisingly I was the only one who would see him and the minute I’d scream and run out of my class I was considered mentally ill.

It happened so many times that the principal advised me to take and early retirement package. I listened because even I could see that I was slowly losing my mind but not the way that they thought.

I continued taking care of that family even after my husband passed away but that did not stop them from emotionally draining me,mentally making me sick and spiritually attacking me.

I’m just here to make people aware that sometimes when your family members pass away, they are manipulated into working against you.