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Please hide my identity. I want to share something that happened to me many years ago and whenever i spoke about it the person i told would have something bad happening to them. I must have been around 10 years old, i haf visited my grandfather during the holidays. I was his only grandchild then. I didn't understand what my parents meant when they said that my grandmother passed away when i was 4 years old. I didn't know what really happens when someone passes away but i was certain that they go to work very early in the morning and come back late and we were not allowed to tell anyone about them. You know why? Because whenever i visited my grand father my grandmother would be there. But my grandfather said it is only our secret and i should never ever tell anyone abou it i would never see my parents and grandparents. My grandmother would come back from work at night and make us food, very delicious food. Then clean the house, sweep the yard while we eat. Yes all this happened ...

  Please hide my identity. I'm going to try and summarise this and help me with mistakes on words please. My husband has been working for this very stingy white man and his family for many years. Je started working there for the dad and when the dad passed away he then worked for the son.  He was their driver. They own a very big farm so they distribute the produce to markets all over. My husband has always been inderpaid. He is in his late 40s now. So the problem is he starts work early and knocks off very late. Everyday when he knocks off he has to ke the bakkie to the boss's house and then go catch a taxi home. All the many hours of work with very little pay but small is Better than nothing. One day when he went to take the bakkie he found the son very drunk in the bakkie that my husband drives. My husband called his wife to help him carry the boss to the house. When he came back he found an uncut gold. Not too big but according to him it is worth a lot of money. He decided...

  Please keep my anonymous. This goes out to all women who are dating men who's parents hate them. My advice, run! My grandmother hated my mom with all her being simply because my dad married her. My grandmother had a woman she preferred my dad to marry so when my dad married my mom instead my grandmother made sure life became  mess for my mom. It is belived that to destroy a woman you have to hurt her children. My grandmother was known for witchcraft i was much too young to even realise that i was a part of her witchcraft. My grandmother did not like my mom but she fooled me into believing she loved me. When i was younger i used to visit my grandmother a lot. We didn't live far from her so every weekend i would go visit her happily. She taught me a lot of weird things that as a child were fascinating because children have a very curious mind. But as i grew older i found everything weird and disgusting.  Everytime i visited her, she used to wake me up at night and made me...

A WELL KNOWN GOBELA TURNS STRAIGHT MEN GAY AND SL€€PS WITH THEM  GOOD DAY MAMAZALA PLEASE HIDE MY NAME. I am writing this email to you with a very broken heart. My once happy marriage has been broken and it is partly my fault. My husband and i were one of those young, happy and goal driven couples that many adored in my village.  We both left to Gauteng to further our studies and after completing our studies we went back to our village to pursue our careers. I became the very first young teacher at our village at just age 22. He also became a young teacher at 23. Our village has never produced teachers so we were the very first teachers to ever been produced. Teachers in our schools came from different walks of life. He paid lobola for me at age 25 and we got a stand in the village and we built a very big house. We were our village's light and hope, our village was one of those after matric you are done with school.  If you are a girl you go live at your boyfriend's place...

 UKUTHWALA GONE WRONG: I BOUGHT A MONEY SNAKE IN ZIMBABWE BUT IT TURNS INTO AN OLD WOMAN AT NIGHT. Hi please hide my name. I am a young man from eastern cape. My life wasn't going aswell as i had planned , after graduating i thought life would favour me and the universe would listen to all my dreams and wishes. But i learned that no connection equals to poverty in South Africa.  I stayed home for a couple of years after graduatong because i was very selective when coming to the kinda job i wanted, i only wanted the job i stayed all night studying for. I sent endless cv but never made it to a mere interview not even one.  I was slowly sliding into depression as i watched my former classmates and friends flaunting lives i could only dream of. Most of them were working, buying cars, buying houses and even having babies. I literally became their stalker on social media. I had opened an account with fake names just to stalk them.  I deactivated my real account because i h...

 Afternoon lordship....can you please post and hide my address.... Here is my story...it's more of a question,I mean I always see people confessing about their snake and all that,and I question maself if REALLY they have that snake or they just confessing nje... My reseason for asking is that I have been down that dark road...I signed a deal with a snake...it was a mouth-to-mouth conversation...it was damn creepy! But I was strong enough to sit in that dark room and exchange words with a snake...it said to...NO ONE,AND I MEAN NO ONE SHOULD SEE,KNOW OR EVEN SUSPECT THAT YOU ARE GAINING MONEY FROM ME.....#NO_ONE. And it had a very commanding sharp voice that your answer is gonna be a sincere "OKAY" It promised me WEALTH,FAME,GIRLS....like whatever my heart desires...it's gonna come right onto me...BUT....no one should know... So I am always asking maself about my cousins here...beside those saying 'Ok I have this and I want to get rid of it' that one is a differ...

 My name Ezra and i am looking to buy a R100 000 for the bleeding tree. The bleeding tree is a need in my life to save my family. I am one of the very few people who dis ukuthwala without sacrificing any human being. I thwalad in Mozambique a few years ago. I make R500 000 a year with my ritual. I got a very friendly and sensitive snake from a Mozambiquen sangoma. The snake is now a part of our family and we love it wholeheartedly.  We give it the bleeding tree logs once a year and it gives us R500 000 also once a year.  We knew a forest high in the mountain where we were able to get the tree. But a few months ago when we travelled there we found the forest burnt. We are not sure what happened but since we are almost out of time cos it is nearly time to feed the snake it has become a little aggressive.  We are willing to pay R100 000 from the money that we get from our snake. During the year we feel our snake a black chicken twice a month. It only eats twice a month ...