STORY OF HOW HE SLEPT WITH HIS MOTHER'S DEAD BODY FOR MONEY

This individual committed an astonishing and unimaginable act. He engaged in a repulsive act of sleeping with the lifeless body of his own mother. I assure you; this is not a fabrication. Under the cover of darkness, at the hour of 2 a.m., he ventured to the cemetery where his mother had been laid to rest and proceeded to exhume her grave, engaging in an act that defies all reason. It is highly likely that this is the first time you have encountered such a tale. Naturally, you may question his sanity, ponder if he was under some form of possession, or seek a hidden motive behind this deeply disturbing action. This narrative will provide the answers you seek and may astonish you, as in today's society, numerous individuals fall prey to similar temptations.

I am currently unattached and have never experienced being in a romantic relationship. My education journey concluded after completing seventh grade in school. Despite my desire to pursue further studies, financial constraints prevented me from doing so due to my family's impoverished circumstances. Unfortunately, both of my parents have passed away. Within our family, there are two children, and I am the younger sibling. From a young age, I have harbored a strong aspiration to become an artist. I found great joy in observing actors and singers, aspiring to emulate their success or even surpass it. During childhood, I possessed a strong inclination towards seeking attention and yearned for fame. Encouragement from friends and acquaintances, who recognized my talent, fueled my determination to work diligently and cultivate my abilities in order to achieve something remarkable. Motivated by this, I made the decision to take action and approached a wealthy individual whom I frequently encountered in town. With the assistance of certain individuals who facilitated our connection, they contacted him on my behalf, informing him of a talented individual who desired to converse with him. Subsequently, he agreed to meet and engage in a discussion with me on the designated day of our encounter.

He expressed his intention to support me in pursuing my dream, but he cautioned that there would be a cost involved. Hearing this, I was filled with apprehension. I questioned him about what he expected from me. His response was that the task was straightforward, but it demanded courage. Although his words unnerved me, I agreed to make an attempt. As a young man eager for financial success, he was confident that he was nearing the fulfillment of his greatest aspiration. However, he was still puzzled as to why he was urged to demonstrate bravery.

We departed and ventured deep into the countryside. Eventually, we stumbled upon a modest hut, where he claimed his fortune began. Instructing me to enter, I complied, only to discover an elderly woman inside. Despite the man's assertion that she was the proprietor, it became evident that she was a witch. The moment she addressed me by name, fear gripped me. Her offer of wealth and fame, simply by being present, left me uneasy. She proposed a disturbing task - to sleep with my deceased mother, who had passed away two weeks prior. Bewildered, I questioned the feasibility of such an act. She insisted I exhume my mother's body and fulfill her demands. Overwhelmed with dread, I promptly fled the premises, fully aware of the incredulity of the tale. Ramadan emerged to find his companion had vanished.

He sprinted away swiftly, yet he was disoriented regarding his destination. They had traveled a considerable distance from the town, and the residence was situated amidst a dense forest. While I was dashing at a rapid pace, I suddenly became aware that I was lost in the heart of the forest. I continued running. After a while, fortune smiled upon me as I spotted a man riding a motorcycle. I beseeched him for assistance in reaching a more populated area, but after a short distance, he demanded money which I lacked. He initiated an attack on me and ripped my shirt. I had no choice but to engage in a struggle to free myself. I was genuinely terrified and also extremely weak due to not having consumed any food throughout the entire day. I mustered all my strength to run faster, yet the most frightening part was when I found myself once again standing in front of the witch's house. It appeared as though escape was impossible, regardless of his attempts. Each time he endeavored to depart, he ended up back where he had started, and as time passed, his thoughts underwent a gradual transformation.

However, one evening, I reached a moment where I began to believe it was acceptable to comply with the witch's demands, despite the fact that my mother had passed away. I pondered how much I desired to emulate famous individuals and felt compelled to do whatever it took. Consequently, I returned to the witch and consented to fulfill her requests. "Honestly, I was unsure of the forces that were influencing me at that particular moment," she confessed. She assured me that I had made a wise decision and that I would achieve fame. On two occasions, she presented me with a horn containing a mysterious object. Inside was a small piece of cloth with seven needles, instructing me to safeguard it as it would hold significance in the future. Subsequently, she instructed me to enlist seven individuals to assist me in exhuming my mother's grave at 2 a.m., followed by spending the night with her. Without delay, I sought out my companions. Surprisingly, the friends I approached for help were incredibly supportive and behaved as though my actions were ordinary. In the dead of night, the young men journeyed to the cemetery. They unearthed the grave. Disturbingly, Ramadan carried out the witch's instructions regarding his mother, while his friends observed in silence and secrecy.

My mother contacted me, even though she had been deceased for two weeks. Despite the strangeness of the situation, I couldn't shake the feeling that some mysterious force was guiding my actions. After re-burying her, I was unsettled by how nonchalant my friends were, almost as if they were under some sort of influence as well. They even requested an introduction to the witch. Filled with fear and regret, I left the graveyard. The following day, I returned to the witch's residence only to find a young girl who denied the presence of the woman I sought. Without delving further into the girl's connection to the witch, I departed. The weight of his actions began to weigh heavily on him, as he realized the falsehood of everything since that fateful day with his mother's body.

He lacked tranquility, prompting him to depart from his hometown in search of solace. He aspired to evade his haunting thoughts and attain peace. Realizing that his pursuit of wealth was a fallacy, he acknowledged being deceived by Seneca. Enduring distressing encounters, sleeplessness, and nightmares, unbeknownst to his sister with whom he resided, he resolved to journey to Dar es Salaam. Despite the challenges of traveling alone in a farm truck, he felt compelled to flee the sources of his fears. Upon arriving in the city, he believed it would offer an escape from his past and hardships. However, relocating only exacerbated his struggles, leaving him destitute and resorting to washing dishes for sustenance.

While walking down the street one day, I observed a woman being followed by two men who appeared to have malicious intentions. It became clear that they were attempting to rob her. I intervened and assisted her, for which she expressed gratitude and requested that I accompany her to her residence. This woman was affluent and inquired about my circumstances. I disclosed that I lacked a place to stay. She expressed fondness towards me and extended an invitation to reside in her home. Although I felt a sense of relief at the prospect of a fresh start, I harbored lingering doubts. Ramadan began to lead a more prosperous life in this new environment, where he found all his needs met. The woman provided for him generously and ensured his well-being. However, despite these favorable circumstances, the shadows of his past actions continued to haunt him, impacting his present.

Upon his return to England, I experienced a trouble-free stay in that house. However, my curiosity about the woman residing there persisted. Despite spending several days in her presence, I knew very little about her. As time passed, I found myself unable to escape from the unsettling memories that haunted me. Night after night, I started seeing visions of my mother and experiencing disturbing dreams. It was then that I made the decision to confide in the woman and share my story. Displaying the small cloth given to me by the witch, I sought her guidance. To my surprise, she assured me that it would provide assistance. However, a voice in my head began to warn me that the woman I was living with was the same individual I had encountered before. Driven by fear, I made the choice to leave her house. He had already committed sins and failed to attain his desired goals. Instead, it only added more stress to his life. Recognizing this, he took responsibility for his actions and resolved to make a change. He understood that if he didn't, things could potentially worsen.