He was an average man who lived an average life. He was in a stable relationship, took care of his family, drove a white polo, paid some of his bills but was also in a lot of debt. The loan to build his parent’s house back in KZN took a larger portion of his income every month.
Like most high achievers, he pressured himself to become more. To have more. Wanting to be the best of the best, among the rest.
His worst nightmare was being seen as average, and it didn’t help that he suffered from the “what’s next” syndrome which drove him to depression.
At the hands of depression, he found himself at the mercy of quick-money-making scams. First it was MMM, which fled with almost half his salary. Then it was this other one that his friends introduced him to, he lost out on that one as well. He was drowning in debts.
During December holidays, while in KZN,he learnt from his high school mate that it’s possible to gain wealth without having to lift one finger. Ntando was a high school dropout with no qualifications whatsoever yet he was seemingly richer & much happier than him.
Shocked at how his high school mate was driving big cars, with two wives and houses that would put the house he built for his parents plus his fancy apartment to shame, he had no choice but to believe that what Ntando was telling him was indeed true.
“… and then?”
Suddenly there’s a lump on his throat, his hands are all of a sudden sweaty. He doesn’t know why, it’s probably because of the drumming and chanting he’s hearing from the other side.
“…I have financial problems, and I heard you can help me”
Khumbulani feels a bit disrespected. This man just referred to him as a boy. He pretends he didn’t hear it and asks to come see him. The man on the otherside gives him a location and a date. This is it! This is how he’ll finally get the life he deserves.
The day to visit his financial savior finally came & he embarked on a road trip to the small town, Nongoma, which is about 220Km from his hometown. He called Ntando to ask for directions & followed through until he reached a very rural village.
He knew he was at the right place because Ntando had said when he enters the gravel road, he should drive straight until he sees a crèche painted blue. That’s where he’ll has to turn right & drive up that hill. As he drove up the hill he suddenly felt a bit lightheaded.
He ignores it, but then start getting nervous as he realizes that he’s driving into an isolated area. He’s surrounded by bushveld, he’s starting to believe that he’s either lost, or Ntando sent him on an ambush. It’s feels like he’s driving in the middle of a game reserve.
At last, he sees a huge homestead with people moving up and down as though it’s a small market. As he gets closer, he’s stricken by how big this compound is. The houses are also big and evidently, newly built. He pulls up at the entrance then decides to step outside his car.
The are a lot cars parked here. He walks to the gate & waits for someone to see him. Ntando had instructed him to do this until someone attends to him. After standing in the sun for almost 20mins, a red headed girl runs to the gate & opens it for him without saying a word.
“Thokoza, Why have you come here? “ the girl finally speaks. He’s almost shocked.
“I called some time ago & the person I spoke to said I could come today”
“The person you spoke to, do you know their name?” She’s still avoiding eye contact.
“No, it was a man.. I think he’s..”
“…Come with me” she cuts him off before he could finish. He follows her to a que of people awaiting to enter into the smallest hut in this yard. She leaves hin that que & heads back to the gate to fetch other people.The place is like a clinic.
In the line, there are men in suits, wearing expensive watches and also waiting to see Umkhulu Mfezemhlophe. They are probably the owners of the range rovers he saw outside.There’s also one Indian man in the line who’s on the phone negotiating some deal.These are all businessmen.
Seeing these men here, is giving him hope. Looking at this massive place also indicates that this traditional healer means business! After waiting for over an hour, a man steps out the hut. Khumbulani cannot believe his eyes! It’s one of the famous artists in South Africa.
At first he thought he was imagining things but after the seeing everyone’s reaction, he knew he wasn’t the only one seeing this. The notorious artist put on his cap & some shades & quickly rushed to the gate. This man means business mos’! Celebrities & even Indians consult here!
After spending almost 3 hours in the sun,he finally had his turn.He took off his vans sneakers by the door & stepped inside with his eyes glued to the cracked concrete floor,as a sign of respect to the man who holds the keys to his financial liberty.His heart starts pounding hard.
“Ukhalangani mfana?” He asks. He’s calling him a boy again. He raises his eyes to see this mighty traditional who runs this place, to his surprise, it’s just a boy. It’s actually ironic how he refers to him as a boy yet he’s the one looking younger than him.
“Makhosi, bieng poor is my problem, a friend said you can help me” Khumbulani finally answers him. The healer performed a divination for him & revealed to him, things he couldn’t have known.He spoke about the debts, the depression & his bad luck when it comes to all things money.
“You want what I gave your friend huh? You want izigubhu?” He asks while sniffing tobacco.
“Uzokhokha ke mfana, they’re not cheap” he’s now talking as him he has a blocked nose.
“How much, Makhosi?”
“They…. have….uhh…. different prices…” he says, while sneezing.
He then explained the types of Izigubhu/Muthi that can assist one with luck or money.He told him that it was important that he knows that his muthi doesn’t work overnight.The reason for this is that he only uses herbs or/an animals like doves.This is the safer way of doing things.
Khumbulani knew exactly what he was being lectured about, he’s heard stories about traditional healers who use human body parts to make umuthi….” those are not a healers, those are wizards and witches. Stay away from them. Keep these words in your heart! “ he said.
“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully,those types of Izigubhu/muthi may be quicker to work but the consequences are detrimental to both your family & your overall health.I’ve heard of families being wiped out dead due to the use of such muthi”
Khumbulani kept nodding.
After the long lecture, he then started pointing to the Kalabash pots before him & stating what each one is used for & it’s prize. The minimum prize for all of them was R50 000, the most expensive one being R110 000. No wonder this man is this rich!
Khumbulani promised to get back to him in a few days, he promised to take the smallest one which costed R50 000. He didn’t have that kind of money, so he called Ntando borrowed some cash. Ntando gave him but wanted interest. He didn’t care, as long as he had the money.
He got his small Kalabash & followed all the instructions. Every morning he stirred it up and licked the honey that would bubble up each time he was stirring it. He also spoke to it as instructed saying unto it “Give me a promotion at work, give me luck!”
In just six months he got the promotion he wanted, now he was earning more and he paid off the money he owed Ntando. Yup, with interest! One morning he realized that the muthi inside his Kalabash had run out, no honey bubbled up when he stirred it.
This scared him, what if he was going to go back to his ordinary life again? Did this mean he was going to lose his position at work? He felt threatened by all this. The sad part was that the new position meant more work, he couldn’t just drop everything & drive to KZN.
That’s when he decided to find a healer in Johannesburg who can help him same way that mfezemhlophe helped him. He went on to google & found a lot of people who offered the same service but promised greater rewards than those that were promised by mfezemhlophe.
Without any hesitation, he called the number of the one who had caught his attention by saying that his muthi works within weeks, unlike his KZN healer who’s muthi takes months or sometimes even a year to work. A woman answered the call & gave him time & location.
What was strange about this was that the appointment was at night. He thought of calling Ntando to see if he knows anyone in JHB who can help him get What Mfezemhlophe gave him,but his ego got to him before he could dial his number.He was determined to get himself out of this one.
He got out from work & went to freshen up before he could drive to Hammanskraal around 21:00. He called the number gain to confirm directions and the lady on the phone was more than happy to help. It was also isolated but less scarier than the route to mfezemhlophe’s home.
He got there at 22:30, just in time for his 23:00 appointment with the most powerful healer in Gauteng. As he drove in, he realized that he wasn’t the only one invited to the ball. There are other men who are driving in with him. Some are already here.
He steps out of his car & walks to where the other men have gathered. They’re all barefooted, it’s obvious that they are regulars here. He also takes off his sandals to blend in. At 23:00 sharp,a tall black man comes out of the 7 bedroomed house, followed by 4 women carrying bags.
He walks slowly to the chair that’s put infront of them & sits as though it’s his throne. The women put the bags infront of him & go back to the house.Khumbulane is now nervous. He feels like he’s just joined some kind of a cult without knowing. He wants to leave but is afraid to.
“You are all gathered here because you all have the same goal. You all want to be rich.. like me. I am not like other healers. I work fast & I possess a lot of power….”
At this point, all Khumbulani could think about was how quick he was going to get out of this place.
This is not what he signed up for, there’s no confidentiality here & this man isn’t even throwing the bones to see what’s happening in his life. He feels tricked. For a moment he finds himself focusing on the sky above him& then Mfezemhlophe’s words hit him.He’s suddenly nervous.
Could it be that deep down in his heart he’s convinced that this man seated infront of him is no healer? How come his muthi is faster? Lord no! What if he uses human body parts to make his muthi? He looks around him to see if the others are also freaked out.. they’re not. Oh no!
“…..and these bags infront of me are filled with money. Money that miraculously appeared because I’m that powerful. “
He then called them one-by-one to come witness it for themselves. All of a sudden Khumbulani wasn’t nervous. He’s imagining all that he could do with it
“ I also don’t charge people money for this. You will pay me up when you start getting money from my works…. and don’t you even think about saying no to this deal. I’m being a nice guy here. “
Khumbulane is already ready to sign up. This is practically free money.
He instructed them to come forward & recieve the mark of “wealth”. They all recieved ritual marks on their tongues & genitalia. Some muthi was applied to where the cut was made and that was it! That’s all Khumbulani had to do to become a millionaire.
The man then explained to them that they will get their gifts when they get home. He instructed them to deposit R10 000 every month so that he could spiritually tame the gifts they were all going to get.
“It’s a small prize to pay, isn’t it?” He added.
Khumbulani drove off to his apartment excited about the future. He’s decided that he’ll propose to his sweetheart & buy a huge house in Sandton or perhaps venture into property, he’s always wanted to do that. Also, now he can even quit his job.
It only hit him when he was in an elevator to his apartment floor,that there’ll be a gift waiting for him here. He’s a bit nervous but the joy of having all that money overcomes his doubts & fear.He opens the door & searches for any foreign objects in the kitchen,then the lounge.
Bathroom, checked. He’s starting to feel disappointed. I mean, what are the chances that something could miraculously appear in his apartment just because some man in raggedy robes said it will ? He walks in his bedroom, and there it was. On top of the bed, waiting in for him!
His yes met it’s eyes & that’s what sent him running to the kitchen. He wanted to run out but there it was on the floor, next to the main door. It’s preventing him from running out. He tries to scream for help but his voice is not coming out. He’s paralyzed by fear.
The snake slithers to him & raises its head as if it was about to strike him dead. His heart is in his throat. He’s not sure if he has wet himself or not but, he’s entire body is suddenly wet. After sometime, it moves away from the door, convincing him that it’s not harmful.
As soon as it did this, he also felt free and ran out the door. He didn’t even take the lift.. just Incase it appears while he’s in there.
“Mfoka Khawula, Kwenzenjani” the security gaurd asks him when he comes down the stairs running.
He thinks twice about telling him that there’s a huge snake in his apartment but says it anyway.
It’s 3am in the morning, surely they can’t even get SPCSA to come fetch it. The security gaurd leaves him to call the security company & have people come over ASAP.
The security guards also rushed to the apartment to make sure the door is locked so that it doesn’t escape. Some are watching CCTV footages to make sure it didn’t get out. Nothing was found.Khumbulani waited with the building management for the Snake Catchers people to get there.
They arrived in the morning and searched the entire place but couldn’t find anything. There was also no evidence from the CCTV footage that it got out. So it was concluded that Khumbulane could’ve been hallucinating.
“Mhlampe ungenwe liDlozi ndoda” one of the guards said.
He freshened up, took some clothes with him so that he could spend the night at his girl friend’s place. He preferred going work and to keeping busy. His girlfriend was worried about him,she could hear it in his voice that his place bieng fumigated was a lie,there was more to it.
So after work, Khumbulani went to his girlfriend’s place as they had discussed. Just as she was waiting for her to sign her in, his phone rings. He doesn’t recognize the number.
“Hello” he picks up.
“Why have you left your wife unattended? She’s here crying for you”.
“My what? You’ve got the wrong person sisi, check the number you’ve dialed”
“If you do not take care of her needs, she will destroy. Go back to your house. She’ll be waiting for you.”
That’s when it hit him. This must be one of the women that work for that Wizard he went to.
“Khumbulane, come in” a sweet voice calls on to him. It’s his lover. The one deserving of being his wife. He forces a smile & walks in. She keeps asking if he’s okay & he keeps on lying,saying he is fine. He barely touched his plate, he could not hide the storm inside his mind.
Late at night, while they were trying to have sex… he kept hearing a faint voice of a woman,weeping in distress.
“Can you hear that ?” He stops kissing her
“Never mind” he turns her over & makes love to her.
He closed his eyes for one second & realized that her girlfriend had turned into that snake.He quickly strangled it shouting
“ Leave me the fuck alone! Leave me alone!!” It tried to fight back but he proved to be more powerful than it. After a lot of struggle,it was finally dead.
He jumps out the bed & put on his underwear.He grabs his cellphone then turns back to realize that what she was strangling to death was not the snake,but his girlfriend.He jumped on the bed & tried to revive her. He had killed her.He begged her to come back to her, he begged God.
While in that moment, there was a knock at the door. It was the security guards.The neighbors had reported the screams. He couldn’t get himself to stand up & open for them. They decided to open the door & they found him on the bed, with his girlfriend naked and unconscious.
They immediately handcuffed him & called the police. He didn’t even have the strength to explain nor fight them off as they were beating him up. The police got to the scene & took him away.
After explaining everything that had happened to a psychologist & having some tests done, he was deemed mentally unstable.He was sent to a facility where he was given meds & made to believe everything that had happened was all in his head,that there was no snake.He believed them.
After 90 days, he was discharged &
His family had to come sign him out.
He missed his girlfriend’s funeral and was well aware that her family probably wanted to kill him too. They wouldn’t understand that he had hallucinations. That he was not mentally stable.
Before his mother & sister could take him back to KZN to fully recover, they decided to pass by his place to take some of his clothes. He had a panic attack when they entered the apartment but calmed down when he realized nothing had changed here.
He sat on the couch while his mom made tea, and his sister went to get his clothes. It didn’t take long before they heard her screaming from the bedroom. They ran to her rescue & found the huge python on her neck, squeezing the life out of her.
It squeezed her harder when they got close to it. Despite everything the psychologist had said,he understood that the snake was doing this because it doesn’t want him to leave again.
“ K’lungile, angisahambi. I won’t leave you. Let go of her. Please!!”
He begged it.
It quickly let go of her & went under the bed. He picked her up & rushed her to the hospital because she was unconscious. He later explained to his mother what he had done & they decided to keep this a secret forever….until I met his sister.
Khumbulane now famous on Instagram for giving random people money, Traveling abroad & driving the fanciest of cars. No one but the four of us know the secret to his fortune.I don’t think he knows that I know though