Hey admin
I just saw that you said you are taking a break but please before the break post my confession and correct me where I am wrong.
I texted you on the 24th November and you still haven’t posted my story please maybe someone on your timeline might help me.
I believe if you have never tasted a bit of money then you would never feel the need or the pressure to have money.
I got money from RAF after both my parents died in a car accident some years ago. I was still in school at that time and the money drove me absolutely crazy and I ended up even leaving school because we go to school so that one day we will work and have money and I had the money so school was useless okay.
Two years later I was completely broke and lost. The soft life was gone and now my two younger siblings were a burden to me because they looked up to me for everything. I was scared of the community eyes and whispers behind my back so I started isolating myself from people.
I was rude to a few people in our community when I still had the money , I told them I could buy them and their entire family and make them my pets.
I used to tell the working class that they work for their money but I let my money work for me. These are the words people couldn’t wait to remind me when I lost everything.
When the money started running out I started selling off all the cars, expensive jewellery and home appliances for survival. I was just trying to keep the flashy life going.
Then let me tell you something,people would already see that things were going down hill for me. It was so bad that I could hear their laughs behind my back and their cruel comments.
That is when I went for a money ritual sangoma. The biggest mistake of my life. I sold my younger siblings phones so I could pay the sangoma because I thought I would buy back the phones since I’d have money again.
When I went to the sangoma and he told me that I would need to sacrifice my younger siblings for riches I refused and wanted to walk away. He reminded me that I became rich from bl00d money in the first place so in order to continue having the money I needed to do the same sacrifice. My parents accident was not my fault it happened on its own and I had nothing to do with it but what was being asked of me was far worse.
I went back home and the village laughter got louder and louder and eventually it was no longer behind my back. It was straight in my face. The people who once respected me and treated me like royalty were now looking down on me.
I found myself back at the sangoma and agreeing to sacrifice my siblings. I performed a ritual I can’t share in full because it might be dangerous even to myself. But I was given two black you cars,very small cars from Shoprite and they had red wool around them. I was told that I must send my siblings to town and make sure they get into any car by hiking and the car must be black. Once they are gone I must take out the car in my pocket and throw it on the road and that will be the time that the car that they are in will rollover and end their lives.
It’s dangerous to take hitch hikers. Everyone in the car did not survive including the driver who had nothing to do with this.
Later that evening I got a call from the police informing me about their death and I was devastated, the guilt was eating me up even more.
When I got to my room I got a lot of money on my bed. Money I don’t know where it came from, I had never seen such money in cash in my life . I also received a note that said , give them a dignified funeral and go live your best life afterwards.
I don’t want to lie I am not enjoying the money. I keep hearing my mom’s scream in my head and it gives me sleepless nights. Everytime I close my eyes she screams in my head and I stay awake all night.
Now I even drink to get very drunk so that I can atleast fall asleep without hearing her scream. When I’m sober i sometimes see my siblings on the mirror with blood all over them asking me if it was worth it.
I need help please or I will go crazy very soon. I didn’t mean for things to end up this way but they did😩
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