MY BROTHER TOOK MY DAUGHTER'S INNOCENT LIFE
MY BROTHER TOOK MY DAUGHTER'S INNOCENT LIFE TO GROW HIS TARVEN
What's more painful is the fact that he didn't do it alone. He called a friend to help him take the life of his own niece. I keep trying to imagine the pain my daughter must have went through before giving in.
I mean I can almost hear her screaming for me to come to her rescue but her pleads fell on deaf ears. Imagine someone I practically raised with so much love doing this to my own child. Our parents were very busy people so I was the deputy parent and I took very good care of my brother.
I protected him with everything in me and I had hope that he would also protect my children even in my absence. I was so wrong and it really hurts that this kind of pain comes from my own blood.
My daughter got back from school tired and hungry. She asked my brother what was for lunch and he gave her money to go bread and he was very specific about the shop where she had to go buy the bread on that day.
she went where she was told to go buy the bread because she is a very obedient child. Meanwhile my brother called his friend to wait by the bushes to abduct my only daughter.
He waited and within a few minutes he took my daughter to an unknown place. Everything was well thought and well planned. They unalived my daughter right there and there. He also took her private part and buried it in his tarven.
His excuse now is that he doesnt understand why he did it and he was possessed. My very old mom is now very sickly due to the whole thing. I never fully understood what they meant when they said that money is the root of all evil but now I fully do.
My own brother used my own daughter as a sacrifice to make his struggling tarven succeed. Listening to him in court explaining about that day makes me shiver. I have never spoken to him since the day he decided to confess. He was only confessing because my daughter was haunting him.
My daughter had albinism and there is this crazy theory that people living with albinism carry good luck therefore they are perfect for rituals. The sangoma that fed my brother this thoughts took some of my daughter’s b0dy parts for himself and ran back to his country.
We found her b0dy buried in a shallow grave in the bushes. I had to burry my daughter with missing body parts because we couldn’t find the sangoma. Her priv@te part that was buried in my brother’s tarven was dug out and she was luckily buried with it.
I curse the day my parents gave birth to my brother. He is out on bail and everyday I wish something horrible could happen to him.
