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  Stop Looking for Him—He Is in My Stomach MY BROTHER'S VARSITY ROOM MATE TOOK HIS LIFE AND ATE HIM. THIS HAPPENED IN 2008 AND HERE'S A VIDEO OF HOW HE DID IT BUT I'LL ALSO TRY TO SUMMARIZE. I am a broken sister. My heart is shattered, and my soul carries a weight too heavy to bear. My brother went missing in June 2008, and what we later discovered still haunts me to this day. My brother was full of life, full of dreams. He left home in 2008 to start university, excited for a new beginning. He was assigned a room with a foreign roommate, a man who would later turn out to be a nightmare. From the very first day, my brother told us that something was off about him. At first, it was little things—his roommate was quiet, withdrawn, and barely spoke. My brother tried to be friendly, greeting him every day, but the man would just stare at him blankly, as if he wasn’t even there. Then, the strange behaviors began. My brother told us that in the middle of the night, he would wa...

THE MONEY RAT THAT ATE ALL OF MY TOES My Regret After a Money Ritual in Africa. The money rat that feasted on my toes. I once believed that money could solve all my problems. I thought wealth would bring happiness, power, and respect. But today, as I sit in my luxury car, afraid to step out barefoot, I know I was wrong. My story is one of regret, a warning to those who seek easy riches. A few years ago, I was struggling financially. Life was hard, and I was desperate for a way out. Then, I heard about a powerful money ritual in West Africa—one that promised unlimited wealth. At first, I was skeptical, but my desperation was greater than my doubts. I traveled to a remote village, where I met a spiritual man who claimed he could change my life forever. He warned me that the ritual required a great sacrifice, but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was money. I agreed to the ritual without fully understanding what it would cost me. The ritual was performed at night. I was tak...

  Money Ritual: I Sacrificed My Legs for Wealth People say money rules the world. I never believed it until I lost my legs chasing it. This is my story. I grew up poor—too poor to dream. Every day was a struggle. I saw rich men driving big cars, living in mansions, while my family barely ate. I wanted more. I wanted out. Then I met a man who promised to change my life. “Give something, get something,” he said. He spoke of a ritual. I laughed at first. It sounded like a joke. But when he showed me proof—real people who did it and got rich—I listened. The price? My legs. Fear gripped me, but greed was stronger. I thought, What are legs compared to a lifetime of luxury? I agreed. The night of the ritual, I felt pain like never before. Fire burned through my body. When I woke up, my legs were gone. But the money came. More than I ever imagined. Cars, houses, everything I once desired. But here’s the truth they don’t tell you—money doesn’t fill the emptiness. I have everything, ...

 NGITHWELE WITH MY HUSBAND BECAUSE HE WAS A STINGY MAN. I never thought I would reach a point where I would do something so dark. But life pushes you, tests you, and sometimes, it corners you. This is my story. A story of love, pain, betrayal, and a decision I can never undo. When I married my husband, I thought life would be beautiful. We had dreams, plans, and promises. But as years passed, I realized I was married to a selfish man. He was a police officer, earning a good salary. But that money was never for me or our children. He took care of everyone else—his family, his friends, even strangers. But for us? We were always last. When payday came, he would disappear. And when he disappeared, I knew exactly where he was. His mother and siblings always came first. Every month, before even thinking of his wife or his kids, he would make sure they had everything they needed. If his siblings needed new clothes, he would buy them. If his mother needed groceries, he would stock her ...

  The Bag That Changed Everything Life as a street vendor is tough, but it’s how I’ve always provided for my family. I sell fruits on a busy road every day, and over time, I’ve gotten to know my regular customers. There was one man who stood out—a quiet, well-dressed guy who always came in a fancy car. He didn’t just buy fruits like everyone else. He’d sit with me for hours, talking about the most random things. At first, I thought he was just lonely and looking for someone to talk to. He never said much about himself, and honestly, I didn’t think to ask. All I knew was that he had money and an expensive car, but he treated me like we were equals. Then one day, out of nowhere, he showed up with a big bag. He handed it to me and said, “Hold onto this. Someone will come to fetch it.” I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I trusted him because he had been coming around for months. So, I agreed, thinking I’d just give it to whoever came for it. But no one came that day. It g...

 I TRIED A MONEY RITUAL AND ENDED UP WITH A SMELLY ARMPIT. I once went to Zimbabwe to get a money ritual. It was a very dark time of my life and I was out of options. I arrived there all by myself after getting the sangoma's contacts on a flyer on the Gauteng poles. When calling his personal assistant answered and said that he was the sangoma's assistant and he was based in Johannesburg hillbrow but the sangoma was based in Zimbabwe. Listen the minute I heard Zimbabwe I got extremely excited because of all the stories we hear about Zimbabweans. I knew that these meant it was going to work. The PA then told me that there is transport that travels to Zimbabwe every Friday and I should be a part of it since there's space for one more person. I even felt like my ancestors were approving because how can I call and fill in the last spot right away? It felt like my ancestors left the space for me. I made a call on Tuesday and on Friday I was given the pick up location and we left....

BRENDA NGXOLI'S RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MOTHER IS RUINED BY WITCHCRAFT FROM HER JEALOUS FAMILY MEMBER. It is usually those you trust the most that will break and destroy you. Many saw Brenda Ngxoli flourish on Tv and stealing the hearts of many South Africans. Brenda comes from a disadvantaged family and also she comes from a village where many didn't expect to see anyone from there flourish. This is where the saying love them all but trust no one applies. It is alleged that one of Brenda's makazi(aunt) is the reason behind all this mother and daughter hate. When Brenda's acting career was at it's peak,she built/extended her mother a home and changed her home situation. Her aunt seeing this did not sit well with her and she resorted to black magic.  She went ahead and visited a sangoma just outside their village to help with destroying Brenda's career and not just that but also to make the family miserable and angry with each other. The aunt apparently hated how p...

 I BECAME RICH BY CALLING THE NAMES OF RICH PEOPLE IN MY NEIGHBOURHOOD BUT THE CONSEQUENCES WERE HORRIBLE. The Darkside of a short cut to wealth. I grew up very poor,I'm from a very poor background and it was evident that it was going to carry on till infinity. There was no change at all,all of us would end at matric and no way forward from there. That would basically be because our marks weren't even that good so chances of bursaries were not even there. I remember repeating my matric because I wanted better marks but still got the same low marks. A sad pass. We would work at people's homes for peanuts,just enough money to put food on the table and nothing beyond that. As I grew older my money problems became broader. I never thought I would find myself walking down the path I chose last year. Life was hard, and I was desperate. Bills piled up, my family struggled to make ends meet, and every day felt like a battle just to survive. I wanted to change my life, not only for ...

 MY SISTER BELIEVES SHE'S A WITCH BUT I BELIEVE IT'S JUST A MENTAL HEALTH.  Yesterday I was on Tik Tok and I came across a video of two female ladies who drew their faces like dark forces that we see on TV and acting like witches and it made me realise that we need to get my sister help because she behaves exactly like that. We need to take care of it before she also takes it to social media and cause us unnecessary enemies and hate. People believe what they want to believe that much I've learned. My sister's situation is so bad that she will literally take loose tea bags and open them up and take the content inside the tea bag and sprinkle it on our food at home and say it's Muti and we will all die. There's so many weird things that she does including calling a broom her night transport. She handles the broom with so much care and love. Her face is always drawn with black markings and powdered with white powder and start speaking in a weird language. I have re...

MY GIRLFRIEND TURNS INTO A GHOST AT NIGHT. Hayini bafethu I hear you talking about how men use girls for wealth and how men are dangerous being. Personally bafethu I have experienced a girlfriend that was sacrificing me. This girl would turn into a ghost at night. Let me share all details with you. This girl had money for days,but I always thought that maybe it's her parents money oh something like that. She was very young at that time ,she was 24 and lived in a huge mansion. She drove very expensive cars and she would change them like she's changing earings. The reason why I concluded that it was her parent's money was because she wasn't working, I knew that for sure because she was always available and not once have I asked her to come over and she mentioned being at work. I was a broke guy to be honest and I was fascinated by the luxury life that came with her. I was no longer using taxis Shem,when I wanted to go anywhere I'd call her then I'd be driving arou...

 Please keep me anonymous or my life is over. Also part of a money ritual. I've been keeping this to myself since I got to understand what my grandmother does for a living. My siblings,cousins and i all live with our grandmother. Our parents all passed away due to car accidents one after the other. We even have a nick name at the village we are called the RAF beneficiaries or RAF trust fund babies. Well obviously they say this behind our backs but as we all know nothing stays hidden forever in the village especially gossip. My grandmother had to sacrifice with her own kids first before using outsiders as sacrifices. This was all instructions from a sangoma she went to from Musina. The sangoma lives in Musina and I know this because we were once taken there for protection. I doubt there's any Africa who can say they don't know what a sangoma is,even if you do not believe in those but knowing them you do. So when we got there I thought we were all going there for protection f...

MY PASTOR SLEEPS WITH HER LATE HUSBAND FOR POWER. A Shocking Secret: My Pastor’s Dark Truth Sometimes life surprises us in ways we can’t imagine. This is a sad and unbelievable story about my former pastor. It taught me that not everything is as it seems, even with people we trust the most. Our pastor was a woman who took over the church after her husband, who was also a pastor, passed away. She seemed strong, powerful, and full of wisdom. Everyone respected her and believed in her. But behind her success was a terrible secret that no one could have guessed. One Sunday, during a big church service with visitors, the pastor realized she had forgotten her special bracelet at home. She said she couldn’t preach without it and insisted on going to fetch it herself. However, her advisors told her it wasn’t a good idea to leave the visitors alone. After arguing, she agreed to send someone else. She gave strict instructions to the person: “Go in, get the bracelet, and leave in 30 seconds. D...

I SLEPT WITH A MONKEY FOR 30K Watch a video of how girls end up sleeping with monkeys for money and it became addictive there after. It's like nyaope once you start you can't stop. Please keep me anonymous,I feel so embarassed to share my money ritual experience with you but it's been a long time coming. I am sure there are plenty other girls who fell for the same trick as I did but they are embarassed to even talk about it. So I hear people saying they did this and that out of desperation or poverty. Well for me let me just be honest and say it was a choice. I fell in love with a man who used me to endorse his wealth,I knew this but I willingly still stayed. He was a married man and I fell for him because of how he would spoil me and treat me like a Queen. The red flags were there but I ignored them. So this guy played me many times and it was evident but I still ignored that. I have never slept with him,each time we had to do it he would say our first time needed to be ex...

MAKE R9000 (9K)FOR JUST DOING NUMBER TWO IN THE TOILET. It's an Indian money ritual beware. Make me anonymous please. Sounds crazy yet tempting right? I know I've been there too. I obtained my Degree 6 years ago and to this day I've never been employed,not even an intern post, nothing. I am one of those who can say I have never ever in my life been employed. I watched my friends flourish, ticking off their life time goals and getting married. I envied everything about their lives but I was still happy with them and congratulated them all the way. I was used to being the one who'd always say congratulations. I mean I even failed to secure a retail shop job. I got depressed,isolated myself and just buried myself in a whole. I stopped going out or even it's posting anything on-line. I literally vanished from the face of the earth but I was still very much present online. Just disguised and stalking everyone's progress. Anyway while I was online searching for a job,...

 MY FRIEND AND I WENT TO MOZAMBIQUE TO GET THE FROG MONEY RITUAL AND NOW HE IS MISSING. Copied this story pls post it .Chris please post my confession . This is something I need to get off my chest .  It was in 2020 before covid when i finished school in Harare. I hungry for success and i just wanted to be successful and be rich. I was introduced to someone who had  a connection with a sangoma in Mozambique in Tete. We travelled there with a friend to meet the sangoma. When we got there the sangoma welcomed us and told us he was the one who had guided us from zimbabwe to his place.  He asked what we wanted and we told him we wanted 💰 money I mean plenty of money. He told us we had come to right place and that he would help us. He asked us for money equivalent to US$200 each and we paid him the money. He removed two green bottles of camphor cream and gave us one each. He then told us that was the thing that would make us money. The bottle had no lotion in it but some...

WATCH MY DAD DOING WITCHCRAFT. I am so grateful to this group because we are able to seek and find help. My dad is a wealthy man who has many wives. I can now evidently tell you that he married those wives for his witchcraft practices. He basically married them for his snake. My mom was his first and only wife at the time,this was many many years ago. But she suspiciously passed away. I was very young but I remember her trying to tell me something on her death bed.  My dad was not home the night my mom woke up with a lot of bruises on her body,bruises even she couldn't even explain because she kept on saying that she thought it was a dream. In her dream she said she dreamt of a snake coiling itself around her body. She said it was painful,it felt as though it was squandering her soul out of her body. After sharing her concerning dream with us,the next day she couldn't talk nor see. We took her to the hospital where she took her last breath there. I remember the nurses calling t...

T he Ants That Made Me Rich (And Nearly Drove Me Crazy) They say fortune favors the bold, but in my case, fortune favors the noants? Yes, you read that right. I stumbled upon a life-changing (and borderline life-ruining) money ritual that involved ants, and while it has made me rich, it has also turned my life into a chaotic, crawling nightmare. If you’re wondering how ants became my financial advisors, buckle up. This is a story of desperation, unexpected wealth, and the creeping madness of hosting an ant colony on your body. A couple of years ago, I was at rock bottom. My bank account was emptier than my love life, and every attempt to hustle my way out of poverty led to more debt. Friends offered advice like “work harder” or “save more,” but when you’re broke, even saving feels like a luxury. That’s when I met a friend who claimed he had found “the secret” to making money. He leaned in, eyes glinting with conspiracy, and whispered, “Ants.” At first, I thought he meant the inse...

I HAVE AMABOYS AND THEY SLEEP WITH MY ENTIRE FAMILY AND THEY ARE TURNING MY MALE FAMILIES INTO GAYS. The Pain of Desperation: My Journey with Isithwalo and Ama Boys Life is unpredictable, and it can push us into corners we never imagined we’d be in. Like many people, I faced financial troubles that seemed impossible to solve. Every avenue I tried led to another dead end. I worked hard, sacrificed, and prayed, but nothing seemed to break the cycle of poverty. It felt like I was running in circles, chasing a dream that remained just out of reach. Desperation became my constant companion. In this state, I started seeking help from sangomas (traditional healers). Some promised quick fixes, others offered guidance, but none of their solutions worked for me. I went from one sangoma to another, spending time, money, and energy, hoping for a breakthrough. In my search for answers, I heard about ukuthwala. It is a dark and dangerous practice where people seek wealth or success through spir...

  I Went to a Sangoma for a Money Ritual, and Now the Consequences Are Unimaginable Life can be tough, and sometimes we feel like we are stuck in the same place no matter how hard we work. That was me a few years ago. I was struggling, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t see progress in my life. I worked hard at my job, but my finances were never enough. Bills kept piling up, and I couldn’t provide for my family the way I wanted. It was frustrating and heartbreaking. One day, a friend suggested I visit a sangoma. She told me that a sangoma could help me unlock my luck and find a solution to my problems. At first, I was hesitant. I grew up hearing stories about sangomas and rituals, and I didn’t know if it was something I wanted to get involved in. But the pressure to fix my life became too much. I decided to go, hoping it would help me find a way forward. The sangoma was kind and welcoming. He listened to my problems patiently as I poured out my frustrations. I explained how I...

 I SACRIFICED my drunkard dad for a money ritual I'm sharing my story anonymously, but it's a true account of my life. I hope that by telling it, I can help others avoid the mistakes I made. Growing up, my home life was unhappy. My dad, a teacher, was a drunkard who didn't care about anyone but himself. He was known as the "drunk master" and didn't provide any financial support to our family. Luckily, my mom, also a teacher, was able to fill the financial gaps he left. Because of my unhappy home life, I started searching for happiness and a sense of belonging outside. Unfortunately, I looked for it in the wrong places and people. I got involved with different men, seeking emotional fulfillment. Then, I met the love of my life. He was kind, caring, and showed me love like I'd never experienced before. I fell pregnant, and he stood by me. My mom was initially disappointed, but she eventually forgave me. However, my boyfriend was a high school dropout and had...