My grandmother stole my brain and stored it in a bottle and buried the bottle at the mountains together with my dirty underwear.
She didn’t want me succeeding in anything in life except inheriting her black magic. This resulted to me doing very badly at school and having to repeat one class so many times that I eventually had to quit school.
That’s when I realised how happy she was to have me stay at home and become her night slave. The problem began when I saw all my age mates that I went to school with doing better in life.
They finished their matric and went on to different institutions to further their studies. It was very painful to witness but all I could do was hurt in silence. Until one day my grandmother found me crying in the toilet outside our house and she insisted I tell her what was wrong.
I ended up being honest with her, I showed her a picture of my childhood friend who had just bought a car. She laughed and said I can make her lost that small car in a jiffy.
At first I thought she was joking,but a week later we heard that my childhood friend was back in the village and had an accident on her way back to Gauteng for work.
She had come home to show her parents her car and it ended in tears. When I showed my grandmother she told me to go to the broken freezer in the spare room and bring her the bottle of coke I find in there.
I found a 1,25 litre of coke with soil and red wool inside it. I took it to her and she said now this is where your friend’s success is kept from now on. Nothing will ever go right for her in life now.
If you see something online and it hurts you,you don’t cry you deal with it. A couple of weeks later my friend returned from Gauteng with nothing but her degree and cv.
She lost her job and had to come back home the same way she left home. Now she and I sit under the tree shadow all day chasing the sun and speaking senseless things. I think something has shifted in her head since the accident because other days she sound like someone who lost her brains.
Now we have over 7 bottles of people’s successs and luck in our refrigerator. I feel so bad because all 7 of them are always wearing their gowns and bonets chilling at my house from morning till sunset yet they have diplomas and degrees.
I am really thinning of exposing my grandmother but I am scared she might do worse to me. I was a genius until she did what she did to me in matric just so I don’t finish my matric which I didn’t finish after failing three times.
I had big dreams and goals. Now when I confront her about what she’s doing being wrong she braggs about my brain being buried in the mountains and if I want to release the others I must first go find my brain or else I will go mad if I release my friends first.
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