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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. 
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. 
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. 
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. 
On my way back home, i pass by Tops and grab 3 bottles of St Ann red wine. That’s her fave.
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 
It didn’t come as a surprise when we got a call from my cousin saying that she had enrolled into ephehlweni to undergo sangoma training. You see, it is an open secrete that almost everyone in my family has some kind of a spiritual gift. 
For more than 5 years, I remained at my mother’s mercy.She was now the sole provider again.Bheki & Vusi got swallowed by the treacherous city of Johannesburg. 
I am not writing this so I can be judged. I am writing this so I can share my personal experience with how easily a marriage can be broken. I can’t say I’m not proud of what I did,because I am. In fact, the fact that they still hate each other’s guts till today,makes it worth it. 
I must’ve been screaming for him to wake up because a crowd was gathering around the car,like vultures to torpid flesh. 
This will sound so damn cliché but I really don’t know where to start with this one. My friends and I can’t really pin point when and where we first met the man, whom I’m sure you’ve figured out, is the main character in this pickle of a situation. 
This story takes place in a very unusual place for scary things to take place in. It’s in the CBD of Johannesburg . In an apartment, a very fancy one too. The person whom the story is about, was a man who had an ordinary job as an accountant at one of the South African banks. 
Some people are born with their third eye wide open, these individuals tend to choose paths that allow them to harness this gift for divinations, energy healings & channeling the passed on.This phenomenon is found in all religions but labeled differently meaning; soul awakening. 
From a biblical point of view, almost everyone is possessed😂 don't fight me. Let me finish..A person who lies too much is said to be possessed by the spirit of deception,while those who are sexually active are possessed by a spirit of lust,those who hate have a spirit of hatred. 
Inkosazane yezintaba. Goddess of the mountains they call her. In Zulu tradition, she is said to be in the deepest of caves & mountains. It is also believed that she is the one who unveils the earth so that water may spring up. You believe in her? Well... Sfiso met her. 
For some of you who don't know what this saying means, well we can do this both ways, that is, yo take u to the bible scripture that talks about the origin of thus saying, or I could briefly explain it to you in my own words. Okay, no . I'm choosing to go the bible route. 
We've seen so many fiction movies and documentaries that at the end of the day have one common message. That the devil doesn't exist. Now think of it this way..if the devil doesn't exist, does God exist ? MAYBE this is why more people are becoming atheist.. Not that I'm judging. 