I used to think curses were just stories from old Nollywood films — until my life became one.
My mother and I never had a good relationship. She raised me alone, and I blamed her for everything that went wrong in my life. When I got pregnant at 17, she beat me and threw me out.
I struggled on my own, and when things started getting better, she showed up again — demanding help.
I insulted her. I called her a witch. The last time we spoke, she cried and said, “Since you. Click this link now to reveal the full story—don’t be left out!
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