MY MOTHER’S SNAKE LIVES INSIDE ME

I saw some pictures online today and it trisggered me very badly. The person I saw there seems to be in the same situation as I am. I used to think that I may be the only one in the whole world suffering from forced riches.

The worst part about this is the fact that I inherited it, I did not go looking for it. I was just the sacrifice. Where do I even begin?

So my mom was a wealthy and successful business woman. She started off as a domestic worker for a Nigerian family who owned laptops and phone repair shop. And after years of working for the family, the couple died in a horrible car accident.

The kids now had to move back to Nigeria to stay with their relatives. My mom stole a bag full of money before the relatives arrived. So as soon as the police came to the house to inform my mother and the kid’s about the death of their parents.

Greed grew over my mom. She instantly thought of hiding the bag full of money. You see they trusted her that much. She even knew their money hiding places. This particular bag was hidden in a room meant to be a shower in their main bedroom. Instead the room became their safe.

The relatives came and collected the kids and left to Nigeria to prepare for the funeral. My mother did not have a passport so she couldn’t go . She helped them selectively pack and whatever that was left they gave to her.

Their expensive furniture and one car. The relatives were kind enough to give my mom one of the cars and sold the rest. Mom returned home with the furniture and other valuable things including the car.

We were sad about her bosses but happy that atleast she inherited a few things. She hid the money bad from us. But what she didn’t share with us was how the money bag turns into a snake at night and become her husband.

She was too ashamed to share this information until a few days before her death. We were just shocked that she always had money, her money was not running out at the same time she never goes to the bank to withdraw the money.

Even though she had all the money in the world, her healthy was badly deteriorating. When we asked she would just shake her head and say she was fasting.

A few days before her death she asked me to her room,locked the door behind me and took a ladder up the ceiling to her trap door. She took out a big black old bag that looked rusty and dirty.

She told me to find a new home for the bag and becareful not to expose the bag to anyone or our lives would be in danger. I didn’t understand but when she opened the bag and all I saw was paper money I fell inlove with the bag right away.

She also asked me never to buy a new bag for the money or a lot will go horrribly wrong. After seeing the money I now couldn’t hear most of the things she was saying.

My focus was on what I would do with that kind of money. Anyway, a few days later my mom passed and that’s when I started experiencing some traumatic things.

A few days after her funeral , I started feeling weird things. My skin would crawl and the bad would magically appear even though I had hidden it.

The bag would reappear but it would be empty. There would just be black and red candles burning inside it. Then I felt something choking me on the throat.

Before I know it my entire body was on fire and something was crawling inside me forcing to come out. Eventually a huge snake would come out through my woman part and start coughing money into the bag.

It wasn’t exactly coughing but it was making a weird sound and money squandered out of it into the bad. After a few minutes the bag would be full of money and the snake would then disappear.

But I would be in serious pain. Now i understood what was making my mom sick. I started falling sick the very same way she did. Weight loss, skin darkening and hair falling off. Now I fully understood why my mom never got to enjoy the money or even find get the money glow.

The only people who benefit from this are the innocent little ones.