MY HUSBAND PASSED AWAY FIVE YEARS AGO BUT HIS SPIRIT IS IN A TREE NEAR OUR HOME.
His death was our agreement as a way to become wealthy. We dish understand the consequences fully though but now I see…
My husband and I both lost our jobs during covid and things went awfully wrong since then. We tried using our UIF money to start small businesses but nothing worked out until we were flat broke. We tried hunting for jobs but nothing was coming right for us.
Our kids had to change schools from private schools to public schools. That is when we had to move from our joburg rented house back to the villages where we started. One thing we kept doing was continuing with googling,hoping we would one day find something.
One day he stumbled on something online, it was a sangomas advert promising to provide isghubu se mali. The excitement we got was out of this world because all he wanted was a goat and a tree branch.
We contacted him and he gave us a direction to where he was. We did not waste time, we were tired of our village people gossiping about our downfall. Most of them were celebrating behind our backs even our relatives.
We travelled together at night to a county we’ve never been to. I remember us taking a bus to Musina in the very early hours and vetting off at Beitbridge as instructed .
Found two men and an old lady waiting for us. We were told we are going to swim to Zimbabwe. We were so shocked and nervous because we never thought that one day we would be the ones going to another county illegally.
But at the time we were so desperate that even wrong felt right.Indeed we paid R150 each to some men who helped us cross over. It is that easy to swim to South Africa but I’ll one day tell you about all that.
When we got there we were told that we needed to make a bloody sacrifice. Between my husband and I one of us had to live in another world while the other continues life in the real world. But we needed to work together from both worlds and make it work.
We were shocked and heartbroken to hear this and decided we would need more time to think about it at home. The sangoma became very annoyed and told us that no one that goes to him leaves without accepting his rituals or else they will be eaten by the crocodiles at the border.
We saw the anger in his eyes and the fact that we were surrounded by an unfamiliar surrounding we ended up accepting the ritual. We were bathed in animal blood and we had our hair cut and buried. A lot was done to us so much that when we went back to South Africa we felt like totally different people.
It was like we were shadows of ourselves. When we arrived back home, two weeks later my husband committed suicide. He stabbed himself straight in the heart. I’ve never witnessed such cruelty.
We however were told that when he dies there will be a big fire in the woods, all trees will burn down but one specific tree will be untouched. That will be the tree with his spirit.
I was instructed to have an inappropriate touch with the tree every two weeks in order to satisfy the animal that will be giving us money.
We indeed received three school tuck shop orders without even applying for at local schools and that has been our success story. Sometimes we randomly get more money than the stalk could have given but we accepted.
Our kids miss their father so much everyday even the big house and fancy cars don’t wipe their pain away. I don’t even know how to tell them that their father’s spirit lives on in a tree. I have been caught a couple of times by villagers who have concluded that I am either a witch or mentally ill.
I need help to bring my husband’s spirit to the bedroom instead of the tree.
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