The Nightmare! Three people you should never trust with your life in this world whispered my Sangoma, have an open mind when dealing with any of these three characters. They each represent the devil wearing different hats; even a prostitute can relate to this analogy. “He” is as old as Judas Iscariot and as young and pretty as lady Marmalade. “He” will sweet talk you into his chamber of promises, but will deliver few of “His” obligations to a T. He has no honor or moral conscience to stand on nor can he be trusted with your cash. He breaks principles and marriage vows like he was never part of any deal by cooking the books.

“He” will caress your ignorance over your already confused mind, like a magician fooling around with his audiences’ mind. He will hold both your private parts all at the same time, without due respect to your privacy or dignity with a warm soft touch of delusional pricks until you are bedazzled with undaunted excitement.  “His” spell will be all over you like honey melting slowly from your chest to your belly in the heat of a moment with subliminal mind encounters. “He” will steal all of your leftover innocent feelings even bees will not notice the difference. His charm and vanity will intoxicate your five senses brighter than the irresistible neon lights of Las Vegas, in a dream state of illusion. 

“He” will cloud your judgment with his faked-serious character not to reveal even the slightest clue of his Master Plan. You will be over the moon by his sales pitch and diluted cheap talk; to lure you into his bedroom where your demise is already planned to take place. “He” will hypnotize and lead you sensually and carefully into his soft undeniably amazing magnetic cleavage, i.e. his “charmed-delirious-promises” like a sneaky man killer beautiful beast trapping its unsuspecting victims with python eyes! Only to stick “His” sharp thirsty blood sucking vampire teeth into your foolish neck’s unfulfilled material desires. 

“Where your desires become your prison and you become a victim of all circumstances”. Only to replenish his crooked ways to continue to feed his lust for endless craving of exotic tastes. By the time you wake up from this hypnotic trance to realize what is happening to you. You are already cooked roasted and buried into his stomach. He Just Ate You Alive™, without literally placing you on a barbecue stand. Yet all along he was seasoning and spicing you up with your eyes wide opened, and served you to himself for lunch with exotic cocktail drinks to down you swiftly from his dry throat. 

Why? You are too easy a prey that is naive or lackadaisical to read between the lines and foretell future mishaps of pitiful paradoxes, filled with political, economic and social dilemmas which delude your mind. Listen to MR. Gadla Mpuhla relaying the incidence.