I DID A MONEY RITUAL THAT ROSE MY DAD FROM THE DEAD AND PUT HIM IN MY HOUSE

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I DID A MONEY RITUAL THAT ROSE MY DAD FROM THE DEAD AND PUT HIM IN MY HOUSE



The desperation for money made me do the most unforgivable and unspoken things. I am confessing in here because it feels like a safe place. I hope I won’t live to regret my decision to share the darkest time of my life with you.


I was so desperate for money that I let my Malawian boyfriend talk me into darkness without questioning his motives. A few years ago I worked as a domestic worker and my then boyfriend worked as the gardener in the same yard.


We both worked for the same family and he used to come in three times a week whilst I was a stay in helper who was always there. The couple we were worked for worked very odd hours and the kids were at school half of the day.


Meaning the gardener and I spent most times together at that house. He made me feel so safe that on days that he was off I would feel it. I would spend most time in the house locked. So before everyone would leave the house for work or school.


I would wake up very early and do all the outside chores so that by the time they leave I would be done with outside chores and i would work inside the house with locked doors.


But on days that the gardeners was coming I’d have a slower morning because his presence made me feel safe and I wouldn’t need to lock myself inside.


With time we got to know each other and started dating and before we know it we were in a very serious relationship. One thing led to another he started convincing me that we could be rich and leave the life of hard labour.


It took him two weeks to convince me to take a bus to his home town,Malawi. We traveled together and there he introduced me to a Malawian sangoma who kept me in a dark hut for three days without food and drinks.


I had given up on life on the second day and thought I had been tricked and now I am used as a sacrifice. But on the third day I was let out and I had never been so excited to see the sun.


A lot happened in that hut and believe you me I have never felt hunger or thirst in those three days. I could feel the presence of other people in there but however I could not see them. 


I could only feel and hear them. I could not understand what they were saying but I could hear them speak. I spent those three days there sleeping intimately with someone who’s face I could not see and I was instructed to just open my legs and not even touch them.


But the person rubbed a lot of hair against me so whoever it was a very hairy being. How they breathed didn’t sound like a human also but I was told to ask no questions.


I was instructed to go back to South Africa and when I got there I must go to the grave of someone I loved whole heartedly and wish they could rise. I was told to get to the grave and get a hand full of soil from their grave and mix it with some muti I was given then bath with it then take the bath water I used and put it in a corner in a room no one will ever enter.


I must leave it there for three months and make sure no one else ever enters the room or they will never come out. After three months I must open and collect the black plastic that I will find in there and lock again.


Fast forward to three months I got in and found my dad wearing nothing but diaper in the room. He was so skinny and dirty like a tikoloshi. He tried speaking but had no voice nor tongue. The weird part was that I was not scared at all. I had no emotions towards him.


I got in and took the plastic as instructed and walked out. When I got outside I realised that the plastic was full of money. I became extremely happy and that’s just how my life became for a year. I had money I didn’t even know where it was from.


My dad died poor and broke but here he was bringing me a lot of money. On the third year I was told that my dad is lonely in that house and needs a wife. I thought they meant I should go bring him his wife from the grave like I brought him home.


But I was told that the wife should be a real person and also a virgin. They told me that my five year old daughter should be the wife and they would make her mad so that she won’t be able to tell anyone out secret.


Or that if she does then no one will believe her because of her mental illness. I could not believe that they would ask such of me so I told them I no longer want the wealth.


I opened the room and threw out the smelly  dirty water. Now my dad is tormenting us running around the yard every night, banging doors and being intimate with all of us including my male children.


He gets intimate even with everyone who visits us and now no one visits us anymore. We need help to get rid of his spirit. My boyfriend disappeared into thin air while I was busy with the initiation at his village.


I’ve never seen him since the time we traveled together and I have every right to believe that he might have been a ghost too. Please my kids and I with laying my dad’s spirit to rest for good. 

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