Wet dreams don’t always mean you did the deed with isilwane/tikoloshe. Sometimes you’d have such dreams bcz you hadn’t had sex in a loooong time & maybe you’ve been thinking about it a lot.However, this should only occur once in a while.Maybe once in 6 months or even once a year.
The problem begins when you start see a trend in wet dreams. When they occur way too often ie, on a monthly basis. If it’s isilwane it will come back more than once & at some point you will have anxiety about it because your instinct will just tell you something is off.
The impacts of sleeping with isilwane are; developing isigcwagcwa, where people just stop liking you. People get irritable around you. If you’re married, your spouse will be almost disgusted by you. In the most extreme cases, you might even start having foul odor on you genitals.
And I’ve also heard it can interfere with fertility. The only people who can banish isilwane are izangoma/ traditional healers...word has it that not all of them can do it bcz some Tikoloshe’s aqinisiwe.Meaning the witches who own then casted spells on them to make them powerful
How can one protect themselves against utikoloshe?
Sea salt has been know to be very effective. Sprinkle it around your bed/pour it on your bathtub when you bath. There’s also a tree called isigqiki that can be planted at your home to prevent Tikoloshes from harming anyone.
Prayer also works but obviously it always depends on how strong in faith you are & how strong the tikoloshe is. Holy water also works.
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I told him about all the dreams I had been having, the strange marks and bruises on my body, and the kitchen door incidences. My father was ashamed for having accused me of sneaking out at night, but he was more worried about how uMah would react to all of this.
We asked the prophet why uMah couldn’t join us as he was explaining how to break free from my capturer. He said that his guides didn’t want her in this space. He reckoned that my mother knew why. My mother denied knowing why the prophet denied her access to his indumba.
My father didn’t sleep a wink that night. He stayed awake the entire night, making sure I didn’t escape to spread evil in other people’s homes. I didn’t have dreams that night. I was sure the holy water and holy ash the prophet gave us, worked.
Today I am going to tell you a story about how I almost got burnt by the community of Ezakheni, Ladysmith. I will not tell you which section of the Ezakheni Township this took place in, for the protection of my parents who still reside there.
There is one thing that I am going to be completely truthful about though… and that is how it all started.
To see them dancing in their snow white and black patterned regalia, waving their red-clay-smeared-arms in the air while chanting songs that I had no doubt carried the very essence of what it meant to be African.
This was always an introduction to all the untold stories of my special kind of dreams. I would see them either around a blazing red ball of fire or on top of a green mountain, encircled by bushes of long brown hay beneath it.
And just like that, she was left with a cold heart on the shiny-spotless red concrete floor to which her in-laws were meant to see their pessimistic reflections on. Her enduring fight for the privilege of being a Mrs, was deemed a futile act.
They rushed to the sight of her frigid body and attempted to resurrect her as though they really wanted her to wake up...heaven knows that their little atrocious hearts chanted DEATH upon her, even when she was already gone.
After sending that money back, I decided to call Mandy, a friend of mine to come for a sleepover at my place. I tell her that I’ll get us wine, she doesn’t hesitate to say yes. I’m hella relieved that I won’t be spending the night by myself.
On my way back home, i pass by Tops and grab 3 bottles of St Ann red wine. That’s her fave.
I get home and take off my mask and scrubs, and jump into the shower.
“Yah, no... this day was Kak! I can’t believe Zonke tried to drag me into the pits..” I think to myself.
There’s something so relaxing about the feeling of warm water falling on top of your head- down to your feet. The sound of water falling onto the white tiles below is also soothing the soul. I feel better already!
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shaking as I am writing this. In fact, my hands are trembling so bad that I’m not even sure I’ll manage to finish telling this story to you
Okay... maybe I should first tell you a little bit about myself and where I’m from, just so you have a little bit of context as to why such a creature would pay a visit to me.