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.

Unknowingly A Witch.

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#Threadist 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.

A Prophet Wanted Me Dead.

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#Threadist 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.

When the dead come to life.

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#Threadist 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.

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.

My encounter with a Tikoloshi.

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#Threadist 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

I know that y’all have heard about how SOME sangomas are drop dead corrupt in everyway possible. So, I’m going to share a story about how my cousin underwent intwaso even though she had no ancestral calling.

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#Threadist 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.

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.

https://twitter.com/LADYEMILY96/status/1248861898419900417

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.

#SkeemSaam
I am the new kid in Turf High, my family recently relocated to the MaNtuli’s street. Everyone thinks we’re just a normal family, MaNtuli befriends my mom because they’re both stubborn and are gossip queens. Meiki distrusts us but most of all, is threatened by....

https://twitter.com/sloansaidso/status/1247449971261136896

My single mom who’s constantly making moves on Mr Maputla. Lmao, yup, he’s falling for it, thanks to her powerful love potion. Yes, my mom and I are witches. We move from town to town, sucking the wealth of families with deep pockets like the MaPutla’s. They don’t know it yet....

My second worst day ever was when my boss relieved me of all my duties as the store.
He was moving the store to Gauteng now that Mandela was set free.
“The business will be good that side.” He justified himself.
I was now jobless, I was a nobody. My life was ruined!!! 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.
Hope became a foreign concept in my family.Dolly was still vanishing with men & returning with bruises all over her face

Here’s how I ruined my brother’s marriage in just 4 months. It’s kind of impressive if you think about it.

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#Threadist 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’m not sure what’s going on but there’s white foam coming out of the driver’s mouth.Panic shoots through my veins & I find myself banging on his window louder.He’s not waking up.Lord what should I do?!
I can’t think.
I can’t think.
This night is slowly turning into a nightmare! I must’ve been screaming for him to wake up because a crowd was gathering around the car,like vultures to torpid flesh.
“What’s going on?”A tall black guy with a body resembling that of Hulk asks me.
Must be one of the bouncers from one of the clubs here. I show him the driver.

How foolish of us! We should’ve known he had sold his soul to the devil. 💀The money was good though.

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#Threadist 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.

Ukuthwala and The Unending Thirst For Success.

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#Threadist 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.

Spiritual gurus say everyone has a third eye and that this eye gives us the ability to see into the unknown, to hear in complete silence, and to feel auras & entities unseen. Many of us are unaware of this, but for some, it is a burden instead of a gift.

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#Threadist 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.

Are you possessed? Are you sure?

What if I told you,you are possessed but you just don't know it? That would have to depend on your definition of possession right? There are different kinds of possessions & Here's how I learnt about them.

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#Threadist 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.

There is one thing you're ought to learn from folklores, especially the most local ones because they are all true. Believe me, I know. Dare to turn a blind eye on them & they will unfold right in front of you.

Note: Not To Be Read By Mine Workers!

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#Threadist 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.

The Phrase "an eye for an eye" wasn't invented to not be used. Even at this day an age, there are people who very much believe and use this phrase to do exactly what it says... An eye, for an eye.

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#Threadist 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.

The biggest achievement the devil has ever had was convincing people that he doesn't exist. Fall for his trap and he'll attack when u least expect him.

My friend's roommate was a victim.

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#Threadist 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.