Mamazie's News

I regret my choice with all my heart and the most painful thing about all this is that there is no turning back. Once you have sold your soul to the devil there is absolutely no turning back. I sold myself to the devil in a devil worshiping place disguised as a church. I could say I was brain washed and tricked into selling my soul because I did not make the decision to sell my soul on a conscious mind. Growing up we had a certain church which I will not mention but this church targeted poor villages. My village happened to be one of those villages. The church had white people and we all know that in underprivileged villages seeing a white person was fascinating. My mom was a single mother of 6 girls. We were only girls and we don't know who our father is to this day. So the white people when they had just arrived in our village they lived at an open field with tenants like they were on a camp vacation. They had everything planned out. They came with musical instruments which they ...

Ukuthwala is real and most people bathwalayo are men. I often hear people saying women are witches and there's no greater witch than a woman but I for one would like to tell you now that men are the worst.  Ukuthwala has got to be the most worse thing than witchcraft,if it's witchcraft then it's in the PHD level. I witnessed ukuthwala with my own eyes and to this day I still wonder how I made it out alive. My father impregnated my wife while he was married to another woman. My mom all this time thought he was divorced only to later learn that he made up lies so he can impregnate my mother over and over again. My mother was ofcos a lover of things, my dad was a very wealthy man and my mom from what I heard was beauty without brain and my dad took advantage of that. I had two siblings with myself being the oldest. We are all from the same man. This man like I said was married and had kids in his marriage who are all still alive to this day. Which really makes it obvious that ...

  I am really going to try and keep my confession very short. So I am someone who talks a lot and I am very loud by nature and I just love people. I am what many call an outgoing person. So as I grew older I had this one particular friend who was the exact opposite of myself. I had known her for so many years and I was the only person she could literally get along with as she was way too shy. My friend was socially awkward. She would get so nervous around a lot of people and sometimes it would get so bad that it would turn into anxiety attack. I understood her character very well and a lot of times I've protected her from such situations. She was from a very wealthy family. Her dad was a tycoon guys ,baby girl had everything she needed and wanted. Because of her condition she ended up doing home schooling. And as for shopping she became an obsessive online shopper.  If she needed to go eat out she would go to those fancy and expensive restaurants where only a few people could ...

I am not proud of what I'm  to share today and I hope the judgements will go easy on me. I never believed in the saying that money is the root of all evil until I had money myself and the quote made perfect sense to me. Once you have money you have some powers that automatically comes with the money and the power is addictive. It is the kind of power that will make you want more powers or rather that will make you do whatever it takes to maintain the power. I was happily married before I had money. I was an average earning South African man who lived very happily with his family and that's my wife and kids. We had the privilege of affording a home and car loan. We were very happy but greed got the best of me. An old friend of mine was living an extravagant life. He owned a few businesses and he travelled all over the world. He drove nice cars and man his life was just something to look at and only dream of. He wasn't married,he used to visit the village with different women...

I was raised by a very evil woman who hated everyone on earth including her own siblings. My mother is a woman filled with hate and cruelty. She has 5 children and according to my aunt who is my mom's little sister apparently that's where the cruelty began. My mother was a part of the statistics of teenage mother's who kept on having a baby after another with no plan for a better future. Our dad kept on impregnating her while he kept on excelling at school. She had to drop out with her third child and be a stay at home mom Because my grandmother had enough of helping her out with her children yet she keeps going out for more. After dropping out she had two more kids and my dad was still taking his schooling very serious. He promised her that he will finish school then marry her and build her a big house. My mother believed him and stayed home and continue nurturing his kids. A few years later he got a job and hardly came home. My mother would only hear from people that he w...

Life is just weird and it sometimes presses you to do things that you made a promise to yourself that you'll never ever do. I was one of the many people that kept on emphasized how bad and evil ukuthwala is and  how I'll never do it. Not all ukuthwala requires blood but it is still evil and it still takes something from you even if it's not your loved ones. For me it took away genuine opportunities and my youth. I didn't join ukuthwala Because things were bad at home or because life was showing flames and I was desperate. No I made friends and that's what led me to ukuthwala. I've always loved trading and I was doing trading since high school and it gave me enough pocket money. Ofcourse I wasn't making millions which could afford me luxury cars and homes. Or even big brand clothes. But I could afford what I wanted at that time. I could spoil my self and my younger siblings here and there. But sometimes it would clean me out but I loved it so much that I wasn...

Not everything that glitters us gold,sadly I learned the hard way. I come from a proper family who was never in need of anything. By that I mean my parents gave me the Princess treatment because I was their only child after they lost their first child. I went to the best schools,had the best clothes and life had given me only strawberries. My parents had a beautiful marriage and they were hands on parents. But you know how it is,as we grow older we start making our own decisions and finding our feet we become our own selves and the outcome is never based on the upbringing. When I got to varsity I became a wild child. The way I was so wild you'd never think my dad was present in my life. I am pretty sure a lot of people thought I had daddy issues. I became what most people call slay queens. I was out almost every weekend and during the week I'd be nursing my hangover. That led to me failing my modules. I knew my parents were not going to be happy about that so I became a statist...