I had just married into their family. My husband is the only son — a calm man, but his mother hated me from day one.
She said I was “too soft,” “too city,” and “not prayerful.”
One day, she said I needed deliverance. That she had arranged powerful prayers in the village for my “fruitfulness” — even though I wasn’t complaining.
We got there. They took me to one local prophet’s shrine. That’s when I knew I messed up. He told me to strip and lie in a pit for cleansing. Then they started to. Get the full context and shocking ending—click here
