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We met at the university in 2000. Ann, my roommate, was beautiful and intelligent. Her boyfriend, Tim, visited her frequently. Although he was still young, Tim was a high-ranking official in a reputable financial institution, earning good money and always ready to spend it. Judging by what he used to do for Ann, I was convinced he would make a good husband.
I admired everything about him — style, posh car, humour and, most of all, his enviable respect for Ann.
So when Ann invited me to her birthday party, which doubled as their engagement, at Tim’s house in Naalya, I did not hesitate. I wanted to see Tim’s home and I must say, I almost choked with envy. This marked the beginning of my long, unwavering battle to break their relationship and snatch Tim.
“Who are you to let such a chance slip through your fingers?” a voice kept telling me. A beautiful home, a kind, loving man… I started dreaming about life as Tim’s wife.
I started hating Ann, though I did not show it. I was determined to do whatever it would take to snatch Tim and drag him to the altar.
The more he came to our room to see Ann, the more my desire grew.
I hatched every plan to grab him but things were not easy.
I decided to confide in my cousin, who was to wed her fiancé in a few months. She told me about a witchdoctor in Kagoma near Kawempe who was good at helping women win men’s hearts.
She told me this woman, whom she kept referring to as Hajat, would never fail in such a mission. She told me it was Hajat who had helped her reach this far with her fiancé. She said her fiancé had a line of girlfriends, but she managed to out-compete them with the help of Hajat. We agreed to look for money and embark on the mission to depose my once-good-friend, Ann.
By 7:30am, one Saturday in May, 2002, we were seated on a long bench in Hajat’s backyard. We had to be there early to beat the long queue, though when we arrived, there were about 10 clients, most of them middle class women.
A middle-aged, light skinned lady emerged from a mud-and-wattle grass-thatched hut and greeted us in Luganda. Every one responded humbly: “Bulungi Jajja” and then a man, in his 20s come out and started calling in clients one by one according to how we were seated. Although the weather was chilly, after an early morning drizzle, I was sweating, probably out of guilt because of what I was about to do.
The inside of the hut was spacious, with neatly laid out mats and traditional regalia hanging all over the wall. There was a barkcloth curtain dividing the room into two. Hajat gave me powdered herbs to put in the food or drink of the man whose heart I wanted to win (I had told her Tim was my boyfriend and Ann was trying to snatch him). In another packet were herbs which I was supposed to sprinkle in the doorway for Tim to jump over.
Since I used to move with Ann most times, this was very easy for me. Hajat also gave me a smoking pipe and some lines to recite while beckoning Tim.
Months went by and there were no positive results. I was desperate.
My cousin also took me to another witchdoctor in Nansana. And another one in Kyetume, Mukono. A year later, things started working, or so I believed. Ann told me she was pregnant but she wanted to abort because she was having problems with Tim. Tongue-in-cheek, I escorted her to a medical doctor in Nakulabye, who carried out the abortion.
Deep down, I knew this was a weapon I would use to destroy her relationship with Tim and I did. I called Tim and asked to meet him. Then I told him all that had taken place. Gradually, I got closer to Tim. After a few months, we started dating and I even started going to his house, behind Ann’s back.
In January 2004, a few weeks to our graduation, Ann called and told me she was planning to join her sister in Toronto.
I told her I would try to talk to Tim and find a way of resolving their conflict. She did not know I was the reason the rift between them was widening.
As time went by, Ann got to know about the affair and confronted me.
I boldly reminded her that she was not married to Tim. She was a mere girlfriend who had no right to confront me. “You had your chance and failed to play your cards wisely, so do not blame anyone,” I told her.
Ann flew to Canada, leaving me with Tim. I married him on December 18, 2004. However, a few months after our wedding, things started taking a downward trend. He started coming home late in the night and some days he would not even come.
When I had my first baby, he dropped me at the hospital and said he was rushing to the office for an urgent meeting. I did not see him until after four days. This is when it dawned on me that Tim was not the perfect husband I had thought he was.
We now have two kids, but for the three-and-a-half years we have been married, I have lived in hell. Tim disappears from home for days. He batters me, and calls me a useless rogue.
One time he came home with a woman and ordered me out of our bedroom, where they slept together. He screams at me and says I am the reason he is living an unhappy life. He says after all, he did not love me in the first place. He accuses me of masterminding his breakup with Ann.
Although I am an accountant, he stopped me from working. On top of that, he does not allow my relatives to visit me. Even those women he used to claim were his relatives, I have since learnt, are his girlfriends. He is arrogant, insensitive and uncompromising.
I am always in the house crying, but I have learnt one lesson – as the Bible says, “do as you would be done by!” I betrayed my friend and am now paying the price. After all, this marriage was made in hell, I always think.
What goes round comes round. Wherever Ann is, I beg her to forgive me, get in touch and let us talk. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I also beg God to forgive me and show His mercy. At this point, I do not need any condemnation but prayers and advice.
One morning Sat 5:30 - 6:00am I had Bishop David Mukasa preaching about the hand of the potter on Radio Impact I called him an apointment to met at his church prayed for me and I took jesus as my savior
We met at the university in 2000. Ann, my roommate, was beautiful and intelligent. Her boyfriend, Tim, visited her frequently. Although he was still young, Tim was a high-ranking official in a reputable financial institution, earning good money and always ready to spend it. Judging by what he used to do for Ann, I was convinced he would make a good husband.
I admired everything about him — style, posh car, humour and, most of all, his enviable respect for Ann.
So when Ann invited me to her birthday party, which doubled as their engagement, at Tim’s house in Naalya, I did not hesitate. I wanted to see Tim’s home and I must say, I almost choked with envy. This marked the beginning of my long, unwavering battle to break their relationship and snatch Tim.
“Who are you to let such a chance slip through your fingers?” a voice kept telling me. A beautiful home, a kind, loving man… I started dreaming about life as Tim’s wife.
I started hating Ann, though I did not show it. I was determined to do whatever it would take to snatch Tim and drag him to the altar.
The more he came to our room to see Ann, the more my desire grew.
I hatched every plan to grab him but things were not easy.
I decided to confide in my cousin, who was to wed her fiancé in a few months. She told me about a witchdoctor in Kagoma near Kawempe who was good at helping women win men’s hearts.
She told me this woman, whom she kept referring to as Hajat, would never fail in such a mission. She told me it was Hajat who had helped her reach this far with her fiancé. She said her fiancé had a line of girlfriends, but she managed to out-compete them with the help of Hajat. We agreed to look for money and embark on the mission to depose my once-good-friend, Ann.
By 7:30am, one Saturday in May, 2002, we were seated on a long bench in Hajat’s backyard. We had to be there early to beat the long queue, though when we arrived, there were about 10 clients, most of them middle class women.
A middle-aged, light skinned lady emerged from a mud-and-wattle grass-thatched hut and greeted us in Luganda. Every one responded humbly: “Bulungi Jajja” and then a man, in his 20s come out and started calling in clients one by one according to how we were seated. Although the weather was chilly, after an early morning drizzle, I was sweating, probably out of guilt because of what I was about to do.
The inside of the hut was spacious, with neatly laid out mats and traditional regalia hanging all over the wall. There was a barkcloth curtain dividing the room into two. Hajat gave me powdered herbs to put in the food or drink of the man whose heart I wanted to win (I had told her Tim was my boyfriend and Ann was trying to snatch him). In another packet were herbs which I was supposed to sprinkle in the doorway for Tim to jump over.
Since I used to move with Ann most times, this was very easy for me. Hajat also gave me a smoking pipe and some lines to recite while beckoning Tim.
Months went by and there were no positive results. I was desperate.
My cousin also took me to another witchdoctor in Nansana. And another one in Kyetume, Mukono. A year later, things started working, or so I believed. Ann told me she was pregnant but she wanted to abort because she was having problems with Tim. Tongue-in-cheek, I escorted her to a medical doctor in Nakulabye, who carried out the abortion.
Deep down, I knew this was a weapon I would use to destroy her relationship with Tim and I did. I called Tim and asked to meet him. Then I told him all that had taken place. Gradually, I got closer to Tim. After a few months, we started dating and I even started going to his house, behind Ann’s back.
In January 2004, a few weeks to our graduation, Ann called and told me she was planning to join her sister in Toronto.
I told her I would try to talk to Tim and find a way of resolving their conflict. She did not know I was the reason the rift between them was widening.
As time went by, Ann got to know about the affair and confronted me.
I boldly reminded her that she was not married to Tim. She was a mere girlfriend who had no right to confront me. “You had your chance and failed to play your cards wisely, so do not blame anyone,” I told her.
Ann flew to Canada, leaving me with Tim. I married him on December 18, 2004. However, a few months after our wedding, things started taking a downward trend. He started coming home late in the night and some days he would not even come.
When I had my first baby, he dropped me at the hospital and said he was rushing to the office for an urgent meeting. I did not see him until after four days. This is when it dawned on me that Tim was not the perfect husband I had thought he was.
We now have two kids, but for the three-and-a-half years we have been married, I have lived in hell. Tim disappears from home for days. He batters me, and calls me a useless rogue.
One time he came home with a woman and ordered me out of our bedroom, where they slept together. He screams at me and says I am the reason he is living an unhappy life. He says after all, he did not love me in the first place. He accuses me of masterminding his breakup with Ann.
Although I am an accountant, he stopped me from working. On top of that, he does not allow my relatives to visit me. Even those women he used to claim were his relatives, I have since learnt, are his girlfriends. He is arrogant, insensitive and uncompromising.
I am always in the house crying, but I have learnt one lesson – as the Bible says, “do as you would be done by!” I betrayed my friend and am now paying the price. After all, this marriage was made in hell, I always think.
What goes round comes round. Wherever Ann is, I beg her to forgive me, get in touch and let us talk. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I also beg God to forgive me and show His mercy. At this point, I do not need any condemnation but prayers and advice.
One morning Sat 5:30 - 6:00am I had Bishop David Mukasa preaching about the hand of the potter on Radio Impact I called him an apointment to met at his church prayed for me and I took jesus as my savior
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