The Devil Worships: Tormented for Eternity

© 2013 by Tsholofelo Mosala. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/14/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6976-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6977-8 (e)

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

About the Author

Preview

Bushbuckridge

June 7

23:58 pm

For centuries a myth was profound among the African people about a tale of a very scary creature which its creation remains ambiguous. It was a taboo to breathe a word or even talk about it. It is not clear where the myth originated but it has spread throughout the years. It is believed that the small and very fearful creature possesses magnificent power to destroy, kill and control. The description or appearance is frightening; words cannot capture the emotions of those who claimed to have seen it. The ancient legend has it that this creature operates at night and takes orders from their masters who are better known as people practicing witchcraft. The details about the creature and witches relate but little is known about the connection or relation. Some claim that it can be superstitions or myths created by our early ancestors.

It was midnight when a young girl dressed in a white gown went outside in the dark, chilly winter evening. She had to use the rest room which was a few minutes away from the house. She did not want to bother or wake her older sister. Beside she was ten years old and wanted to prove to her parents that she was old enough to be independent. She lived in a very quiet village in Bushbuckridge located in the Mpumalanga province South Africa. The sky was very dark with few stars shining above. She walks slowly holding a small torch on her hand which brightens her foots steps. She gradually sings one of her favorite songs as she lifts the torch to face on the ground. She could hear voices or chatting from the bush which was not very far from her home. She stood for a minute and widens her ears, her eye balls grew wider as she tries to make sense of who could be out there. Despite the very noisy chatting she ignores it and continues with her journey. She was under the impression that it could be a church ceremony or a party going on somewhere.

She continues to walk and ignores the chats which came from the bush. Leseja was her name; she sang one of her favorite gospel song. Although she was very conscious that there might be people in the bush and did not fear anything. She had worn a black and red necklace around her neck which was given to her by her grandmother. It had a significant meaning to her as it was a protective charm that will protect her from evil. However Leseja’s mother had varied and refused for her daughter to wear it because of their religious beliefs. But it was Leseja’s decision to wear it around her neck since this necklace had a special meaning to her. Beside her grandmother had passed on and the necklace was a reminder of her. As she continues to walk, she could hear a sound of an owl a night bird. According to tradition it was a taboo to see or hear an owl cry at night. It was believed an owl showed significant signs even though it was called a witch bird. She stands and looks around to investigate where the owl might be at. She flashes the torch light to the direction of the tree and could not see anything. She heard the bird again and the sound irritated her. She flashes the torch to the tree and was astonished to see a very massive white owl staring back at her. She also stares back and could not think of anything else but stared at the eyes which frightened her. The white owl sat on the tree and continued to make the noise.

For some reason the owl flee away and left Leseja standing there very clueless. She again did not take into consideration. Lesage smiles and continues singing the song and walks forward ignoring the chatting and the owl she has seen a few seconds ago. She faces the torch on to her direction, it felt like a life time to get to the restroom but she knew she will get back to the house. When the torch light brightens the ground, she was shocked to see something standing right in her direction. She stood there as the hair at the back of her neck stood up, her heart beat increases and she froze in that moment. She became short of breath and could not even scream for help. As her eyes grew, she could only stare at the ugly short figure of what looked like a human but very hairy, the face was very wrinkle and hairy, the nose was very flat, with big lips. Although the face structure was human like there was nothing human about that thing, it opened its mouth to make a creepy sound; the eyes were very small and dreadful. Leseja could not look at the hairy monster or creature any more. She drops the torch on the ground and changes her direction. She was on her way to the house running in a speed she has never run. However, the unidentified scary creature jumps to her height and grabs the necklaces. It scratches her face and continues to make animals’ sounds. Leseja cries out as she tries to protect her face. The necklace made out of black and red beads were scatter on the ground.

Chapter One

Present day

Tshwane, Lynnwood

After a three week field trip with some of her anthropology students Katrina was back to the comfort of her home. She did not mind the cold showers or sleepless night with mosques bites but sometime missed the comfort of her soft bed and the wonderful elements technology has to offer. The fieldwork was very appealing and interesting especially with her first year students who were introduced to anthropology for the very first time. It was part of their introduction to anthropological studies and reflecting on different cultures. The fieldwork took place in a village in Bushbuckridge in the Mpumalanga province. It was a very remote village where there was no electricity and running water. Most of the people from the area lived what some people would call an ancient lifestyle whereby they had to go to get wood to make fire, go to the nearby river to collect water. However some part of the area had electricity which made life easier for people. The students were accommodated by villagers either in their huts, houses made of mud and grass or typical houses made of bricks. Nonetheless, some of the students preferred to camp outside and enjoy the beautiful natural area. The fieldtrip was very fruitful it was also fun since the students would sit around the fire to tell ghost stories and get to know there semester lecturer Katrina whom they addressed as Dr. Van Wyk. She was fun to hang around and had a great personality and was very passionate about her work. Katrina appeared to be younger and could easily pass for a student. But it was her level of education and articulation that separated her from her student.

The fieldwork exposed Katrina to a new world of reality, traditions and culture. If it was possible she would do fieldwork more often but she knew that written work is also vital. After a long week in the field she drove home and had a lot of writing to do. She stayed alone in a very massive house, well furniture and had lots of paintings and sculptures she had collected over the years. She stayed alone but never felt lonely, although her best friend would tease her to get a partner she never felt the need to. As Prof. Philip Tobias an Paleoanthropologist once said It is not a genetic legacy that I leave, but rather a cultural one, orally transmitted through education, the value of which cannot be overemphasized. She did not like apartments or penthouses but needed to get her own personal space. The shared roof environment just reminded her of student resistance in Varsity also known as Res she shared a room with three ladies and the bathroom, living room and kitchen were shared. She also shared an apartment with one of the lady she had attended lectures with. She was more of an introvert and spends most of her time with a couple of close friend. Some people claimed that her way of life was a taboo, she could only describe it as normal. She was never a party girl nor liked the night life but was always glued to writing either novel, articles for journals, or for magazines.

It was around 18h00 pm when Katrina sat down on the couch holding a cup of coffee. She had to get a bit of rest and enjoy her favorite cup of Jacobs’s coffee. She comfortably lay on the couch and scans through the channel on the TV. As she was busying scanning through the channel her cell phone rang. She looks at the caller ID and immediately answers the phone.

Hi, Zoe how are you? she said with her voice very down. She was not expecting any calls or visits from anyone.

How was the fieldtrip? asked Zoe a very close friend of Katrina. She was an archaeologist who also lectured in a different university. The two were so close and have been through so many obstacles together. They were like sisters except that Zoe was caucasian, pale in complexion and originally from Sweden. Katrina had a caramel skin, black straight hair about ten inches long and would either braid or plait in it different hairstyles.

It was interesting but for now I just need to get a bit of relaxation you know what I mean she said sitting up straight.

I know but for you guys is different you don’t have to stay under the sun to work. Anyhow I hear that Bushbuckridge is hot said Zoe.

It was very hot you don’t wish to go there without any sun protection she added walking away from the couch.

I will need more sun blocks then. Can I come pick you up? I’m starving and don’t feel to eating alone. Do you mind joining me? she asked. For a minute Zoe thought Katrina will not reply since it took her a couple of seconds to answer.

Aaammm… I’m not sure! but okay I guess I don’t have any choice do I she said after much considerations. She was reluctant to say no but did not want to disappoint her best friend whom she hasn’t seen in a while.

Thank you! Thank you said Zoe on the other line. She sounded excited as if it was a big deal to have supper with her friend.

Thank you? For what Zoe? asked Katrina, who suspected that Zoe could be up to something?

I will be there to pick you up in a few minutes suggested Zoe who did not answer to the question. She hanged up the phone and could not wait any longer to go to Katrina’s house.

It was June 6 an hour before Katrina was born. She was the first born of the late Nadine Van Wyk and Zachariah Gaobone, even though her parents died in a car accident when she was just a little girl she wished to have spent more time with them. She was very tired and even forgot that it was her birthday. On the other side