Iโm a 24-year-old guy. I come from a poor home. After high school, I moved to Accra. Life in Accra wasnโt easy for me. I slept in shops, kiosks, and sometimes I had to sleep outside during cold nights. During the rainy seasons, I cried every night because I slept outside. I decided to sell coconuts to make ends meet.[โฆ]CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLEโถ
One day, while hawking on the streets of Accra, I saw one of my high school mates. I didnโt even recognize him, but he recognized me. He had changed completely. He was driving a C300 Mercedes Benz. It was clear that a lot had changed in his life within three years of completing school. He bought some of my coconuts and gave me some money. I told him life wasnโt easy for me and asked if he could help me. I even said I was willing to be his houseboy without hesitation. He laughed and said I should take his contact. I told him I didnโt own a phone, so he told me to find one and call him the next day.
The next day, I did as he said and went to his apartment at East Legon Hills. I was shocked to see the fleet of cars he owned in his garage. Despite his young age, he told me he would make me rich, and I was so happy. I quit selling coconuts, and he gave me a room in his house. He fed me day and night.
Then, he told me we needed to travel to Benin together because thatโs where his โBabaโ was. Immediately, I panicked, but he reassured me that there was nothing to fear. He explained that most of the things his Baba did didnโt involve human blood, so I should relax. We went to Benin and stayed there for a week. There were other guys there as well. It was a shocking sight.
I was asked if I was ready for this, and I said yes. I was told to go naked and was given a leaf to hold with my lips. The Baba killed a fowl, poured its blood on my head, and told me to drink the blood and eat the raw flesh. I was even told to chew the feathers and swallow them. When I finished, he gave me a chain from a pot to wear, telling me never to remove it. He also gave me some conditions. He asked me about my birthday, and I told him. He then told me that every Wednesday at midnight, I should find a mad woman to sleep with, or I would lose a family member.
It was a tough decision for me, but my friend assured me he would help. So, for a whole year, I slept with different mad women every Wednesday.
My friend, who initiated me, had his own condition: his soul was tied to a dog in his house. If the dog died, he would die too. It was the worst condition I had ever heard of. The money started coming in, and I would send some home. I also began sleeping with a lot of girls, especially university students. Unfortunately, I gave many of them infections.
Last year, in December, my friendโs dog fell ill, and we took it to the vet. I was terrified of losing my friend, but thankfully, the dog survived. It was a German Shepherd. One night, while we were partying with some girls we picked up from university campuses, we got drunk and forgot to lock the door. The next morning, we found that thieves had entered our apartment, but strangely, they hadnโt stolen anything. However, they had shot the dog dead. I froze when I saw the dog lying lifeless.
One of the girls went upstairs to wake my friend, but he wasnโt responding. She told me, and I thought he was just tired, so I told her to leave. When I finally checked on him, I realized my friend was dead. I didnโt know his family, so I called some of the other guys, and we took him to the hospital. He was confirmed dead and taken to the morgue.
I couldnโt sleep. Another Wednesday was approaching, and I didnโt know what to do. That week, I didnโt perform the ritual. The next morning, my mother called to tell me that my sister had died. She was knocked down by a car on her way to school. I had to go home that same day, and my sister was buried over the weekend because she was so young.
I called the Baba in Benin to tell him I wanted to quit, but he told me I couldnโt quit. He said if I tried, he would have to kill me. I had no choice but to continue. Unfortunately, that same week, my father died in a car accident on his way home from work. In just two weeks, I had lost my sister and my father.
Another Wednesday was fast approaching, and I didnโt know what to do. I eventually linked up with a nurse at a psychiatric hospital who agreed to help me. I paid her weekly to arrange for me to sleep with mad women in the hospital. This continued for six months, and I finally felt some peace, though I couldnโt forgive myself for causing my sisterโs and fatherโs deaths.
After six months, the nurse fell ill and died. No one else was willing to help me. Out of the seven friends who went to Benin with me, six died in a horrific accident, including my friend McKinney. The other two disappeared, and I donโt know their whereabouts.
Now, Iโve lost my entire nuclear family. We were a family of five, but now my mom, dad, brother, and sister are all gone. Iโve sinned against God, and I donโt believe I can be forgiven. All the pastors Iโve gone to for help are fake. Even the Baba in Benin canโt help me. My days are numbered. I can die at any time.
Please, let the world know. Let them be careful because all that glitters is not gold. I gave my life to Christ last Sunday so that if I die, my soul will rest in peace. Please, say a word of prayer for meโฆCLICK HERE TO READ MORE ARTICLES>>>ย
