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TLANGIE

Yesterday I slept well knowing my gift helped somebody sometimes people judge us and think we are all evil no some use their gift for the wrong reasons some of us do it to help people. As individuals we are accountable for our actions we are not forced to do wrong things but we chose to do those things it's the same with witch doctors and traditional healers...yes we are the chosen ones but no ancestor or God gives you the power to hurt other people or bring them pain and misery we chose to do that as humans once we allow jealousy to rule then we have allowed the devil to use us as his vessels for evil doings. No one is born with a cold heart we allow ourselves to be cold due to jealousy and envy. Today when I woke up there was a song that was playing in my mind that I loved when I was still ephehlweni...thonga lam wenu'yaz...I decided to stop feeling sorry about my situation at home and start appreciating life...I decided to chayela the yard for some odd reason then use madubula to wash my feet after I don't know why. The stuff I was using does stink but believe me you no evil can stand it's power. I wore my leggings then tied my njeti on my waist then tied my hair wore my sleepers then went to my hut and prayed then lit a candle then took out all the things I needed and started sprinkling the water around the yard when I got near the plants at the back the hair on my neck tightened so much I got frightened I felt there was an evil force there I went back but feeling spooked. My elder brother Ndzalo came out of the house and accidentally I sprinkled him with some of the water. He almost killed me I kept apologising but he wasn't having it he kept calling me a witch he made so much noise that everyone in the house came out to see what was happening. My mom and Eric joined Ndzalo in calling me a witch it was soo heart breaking my aunt came and took me to the veld not very far from home. See I can take other people calling me a witch but not my family not my mom or brothers no I can't handle it... when I got to the veld I just sank to my knees and cried my aunt kept talking to my ancestors on my behalf I was drained...


TLANGIE

Yesterday I slept well knowing my gift helped somebody sometimes people judge us and think we are all evil no some use their gift for the wrong reasons some of us do it to help people. As individuals we are accountable for our actions we are not forced to do wrong things but we chose to do those things it's the same with witch doctors and traditional healers...yes we are the chosen ones but no ancestor or God gives you the power to hurt other people or bring them pain and misery we chose to do that as humans once we allow jealousy to rule then we have allowed the devil to use us as his vessels for evil doings. No one is born with a cold heart we allow ourselves to be cold due to jealousy and envy. Today when I woke up there was a song that was playing in my mind that I loved when I was still ephehlweni...thonga lam wenu'yaz...I decided to stop feeling sorry about my situation at home and start appreciating life...I decided to chayela the yard for some odd reason then use madubula to wash my feet after I don't know why. The stuff I was using does stink but believe me you no evil can stand it's power. I wore my leggings then tied my njeti on my waist then tied my hair wore my sleepers then went to my hut and prayed then lit a candle then took out all the things I needed and started sprinkling the water around the yard when I got near the plants at the back the hair on my neck tightened so much I got frightened I felt there was an evil force there I went back but feeling spooked. My elder brother Ndzalo came out of the house and accidentally I sprinkled him with some of the water. He almost killed me I kept apologising but he wasn't having it he kept calling me a witch he made so much noise that everyone in the house came out to see what was happening. My mom and Eric joined Ndzalo in calling me a witch it was soo heart breaking my aunt came and took me to the veld not very far from home. See I can take other people calling me a witch but not my family not my mom or brothers no I can't handle it... when I got to the veld I just sank to my knees and cried my aunt kept talking to my ancestors on my behalf I was drained...


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