I Killed My Husband Trying To Charm Him
I killed my husband while trying to charm him.
My problem was that the man didn’t want to make our relationship official; he was hiding me and didn’t want to leave his lawful wife. One day, a friend told me about spiritual rituals. I hesitated because, as a Christian, I couldn’t engage in such practices. But some time later, I had problems with him, and he ended our relationship. So, I called my friend again, and she took me to a marabout.
Everything went well, and the charm worked. He drove his wife away with the children and had a symbolic marriage with me. He even paid the dowry because the divorce was taking time. But after a while, I realized that while his wife no longer influenced him, the children did. So I wanted to break that bond, and I went back to the marabout.
It should be noted that, aside from animal blood he requested, he also asked to sleep with me, and I agreed. This time, I had to wash myself completely naked in a cemetery and bring photos of the children. For this, he gave me a powder that I had to measure 10 mm of each day into his meal. One day, when I had to put the powder in the meal, I couldn’t find the measuring tool and thought that since I was used to it, I could estimate by eye. That’s what I did—and he died that same evening.
Before announcing the news to the family, I went back to see the marabout to see if there was a solution. He told me there was none, and there would be no consequences because it was an accident. On the contrary, men began avoiding me; for two years, no man approached me, everyone avoided me everywhere, and I have my period every day like a curse.
Confused, I consulted several other marabouts who told me that only the one who caused it could fix it—that I had to return to the one who did it. They said it wasn’t consequences but his decision. When I went back, he made me understand that my husband was actually his nephew, the son of his blood sister. They had just been apart and didn’t know his nephew and grandchildren. He said I would pay until death had pity on me.
I went back a year later to beg—he was dead. Since then, I remain like this; I don’t know which saint to turn to, hospitals see nothing, marabouts and priests chase me away, and others scam me.
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