Well what can I say about life? There is a lot that I can say as a person who has grown up in the ghetto system.

Life in the ghetto is not easy. It is not easy especially when your parents are unemployed, all the problems you see them face makes you feel like you are a part of it. You would just wish that life was simple like the way others live lives without having problems but sometimes we can not get what we wish for.

In my life, I always wanted to grow up and be a doctor I wanted to make my parents proud of me. I wanted to give them live the life they never got a chance to have but my bad choices led me into the worst days of my life.

I made bad choices even though I knew what I was doing was wrong. I know that I should take responsibility for my actions and yes I will and I will use nothing as an excuse for what I did.

My story about wrong choices starts like this. My mother was ill and there was no money to buy medication and my father was not around he had gone to Zambia to look for a job but since he got there he couldn’t find a job it was very difficult for him. I didn’t know what to do so I decided to ask my friend for help and my friend gave me the badest advice I could ever hear or even thought of she said to me “if you want to live a good life, rather do the bad to get good, I mean there is no wrong or right when it comes to happiness as long as you are happy “What do u mean Kunashe” I asked her in curiosity? then she came closer to me a whispered in my ears Follow me.

I followed Kunashe as we went into a deep forest and there we saw a tent covered in red and white clothes but when we got closer I saw that it was a spiritual healer(sangoma). I wanted to run away because I was afraid of such people but Kunashe pulled me back and said to me “don’t be afraid so I stood there like a wet chicken and then he said to me

“I can end your suffering if you let me “

How I asked “

If you do as I tell u to do you will never be sad or hungry in your life again.

I looked at Kunashe and she shook her head at me. Then I told them that I will think about it. I went home sat down and thought about it “what if he can help me, what if life would change, what should I do “

I then asked Kunashe what I should

do and she insisted that I use my head to think about my life and I guess she was right this is about my life and choices.. I then decided to do whatever the traditional healer had asked me to do.

I went back to the traditional healer to confirm it and he told me that I had to kill my mother in order for the money to come, at first I disagreed but I was told that there is no way out and I have to do it if I want out I would wake up dead the next day. I had no choice but to do it I poisoned my mother and she died I swear it was not easy for me to do it but I had to think of my life. The next morning when I opened my closet lots of money fell out. Let’s say about a million rand. I then bought myself a car and a house in London far away from home to not make myself look suspicious, everything I did was silent. A few days later the spiritual healer called me again and this time he gave me something, he gave me a red ring and told me to wear it whenever I enter a taxi or bus he said the people I am with in the car shall die but I shall survive and their blood shall be used for sacrifice as reward money shall be restored. I didn’t like it because it felt so wrong but I had to do it or else I will be killed, I then did as they told me to! After a while, I started to get used to it as if it was a hobby whenever I entered a taxi or bus we would have an accident and I would be alive.

I mean but before I confess to the entire world. I want to give this advice, that no matter how hard / difficult life is stay strong God will eventually answer your prayers even after many years he will it’s all about timing, it is better to wait and have peace than to hurry and be haunted till death. Money is nothing but peace is everything.