I never thought I would one day write this, but my heart is heavy. I can’t sleep at night anymore. Every sound feels like a whisper from the people I sacrificed for my wealth. This is my confession.
It all started in 2017 when I lost everything. My business had collapsed, my wife left me, and I was drowning in debts. I was desperate to make money — any way possible. That’s when I met “the man with the ring” in Johannesburg. People said he could change your life overnight, but nobody ever spoke about the price.
He took me to KZN, near the mountains, to meet an old man — a traditional healer known as Baba Mandla. The air around his home felt strange. There were bones hanging on trees, and the smell of burned herbs filled the air.
That night, he said to me,
“You want money, but money has a spirit. You must feed it before it feeds you…
