Contributor: Kira
A family is tagged as the smallest unit of the society. Despite being the smallest, for me, it is however the strongest above any other unit that exists in the community.
A family comforts and pampers each and every one of its members. It gives a home to run to whenever a member needs someone. It will always stay, whether in times of hardships or victories of each member. A family values its members and each member has its own role to play. Whatever happens to a member, it affects everyone as a group.
But what if there is one who would do the worst, unexpected thing to a family where she belongs? It sounds impossible, right? Well, it can really happen. It did happen, and unfortunately, in our family.
They say that there is what we call a ‘black sheep’ of the family. As what I have understood before, being a black sheep means being disobedient to the family – just being disobedient, that’s all. But what if being a black sheep means being totally black – being evil enough to destroy the family where she belongs?
It started years ago when I used to admire her because of the kindness, goodness, and humbleness I saw in her. She was always there for us especially in times when we need her. She helped us in whatever way she can.
But as the years passed, we observed a lot of changes in her. She would not talk to us anymore, look at us or give any attention at all. She would even want to piss us off and would irritate us. She always wants trouble. I asked myself why she was acting strange in the past years. I was always balancing the situation whether the fault was with us or with her.
Then, we just let her act the way she wanted. We ignored her for the sake of avoiding more trouble to our family. But then again, as the days were passing, we found out that she was already doing unexplainable things – things we did not expect her to do.
We found out that she is already practicing witchcraft! Yes, that’s it! With all those voodoo dolls, needles, red and black candles, etc. Name it, those were all there. When we found out what she was doing, we were surprised and shocked. However, because we can’t do anything about it, we just let her do what she wanted. We assumed that it would really end up into a big trouble if we will confront her about her witchery things.
Until we noticed that she was already applying witchcraft to the family. Yes, she practiced it within the family. Our suspicion started when some of the family members experienced unexplainable aches and pains in our bodies. My sister and I were operated with appendectomy without any signs or symptoms; my father suddenly collapsed without any reason; my mother and some of my aunts had that strange feeling of not eating fish anymore; my cousin was hospitalized for a month because she could not swallow any food – all of these were explained by the so-called “mananambal” (or faith healer). She said that all of these aches and pains were products of witchcraft.
We already asked a healer about these unexplainable aches and pains because doctors could not even explain what is happening to us. But what frightened us more was when my uncle was confined to the hospital for weeks because he was always vomiting and even fainted. He was examined and was found out that he had a brain tumor. We were not surprised because my grandfather also suffered from brain tumor that caused his early death. Although the doctor already has findings, she was also surprised because my uncle could not move his body anymore. Instead, he moaned of the intense pain in his head. We immediately got the hint. He was a victim of witchcraft and we already guessed who the doer was.
We immediately went to Siquijor for the cure but we were too late. The healer said that my uncle has no more chance for survival and she can’t help him anymore because he was being “worked” by the doer for a long time. By that time, the whole family was in grief and we did not want to tell my uncle about his condition so that he will not lose hope and would help himself to survive. But then again, time ran fast and his condition got worst. I saw how my family was badly affected with the situation. Each of us at that moment wanted to crash her and burn her to pieces. But we are Christians and we fear God.
My uncle died. We mourned. Yet, I mourned more for the fact that the death of my uncle, who is a good person, was caused by someone who belongs to our so-called family.
On the day of my uncle’s burial, I saw the demon, I saw her. She was also there to witness our pain and I’m sure she was happy with it. I can see it in her demonic face. There she was, standing in triumph. While I was looking at her face, I felt madness inside me, something in me wanted to go out and kill that woman. But a voice inside me enlightened my heart and mind. I conditioned myself that I won’t burn my soul in hell just to kill that doer, that murderer, that demon, that evil – that black sheep in our family.
I won’t sell myself to hell just to kill my aunt!
*Kira is a student of the College of Arts and Sciences who loves listening to music.
A family is tagged as the smallest unit of the society. Despite being the smallest, for me, it is however the strongest above any other unit that exists in the community.
A family comforts and pampers each and every one of its members. It gives a home to run to whenever a member needs someone. It will always stay, whether in times of hardships or victories of each member. A family values its members and each member has its own role to play. Whatever happens to a member, it affects everyone as a group.
But what if there is one who would do the worst, unexpected thing to a family where she belongs? It sounds impossible, right? Well, it can really happen. It did happen, and unfortunately, in our family.
They say that there is what we call a ‘black sheep’ of the family. As what I have understood before, being a black sheep means being disobedient to the family – just being disobedient, that’s all. But what if being a black sheep means being totally black – being evil enough to destroy the family where she belongs?
It started years ago when I used to admire her because of the kindness, goodness, and humbleness I saw in her. She was always there for us especially in times when we need her. She helped us in whatever way she can.
But as the years passed, we observed a lot of changes in her. She would not talk to us anymore, look at us or give any attention at all. She would even want to piss us off and would irritate us. She always wants trouble. I asked myself why she was acting strange in the past years. I was always balancing the situation whether the fault was with us or with her.
Then, we just let her act the way she wanted. We ignored her for the sake of avoiding more trouble to our family. But then again, as the days were passing, we found out that she was already doing unexplainable things – things we did not expect her to do.
We found out that she is already practicing witchcraft! Yes, that’s it! With all those voodoo dolls, needles, red and black candles, etc. Name it, those were all there. When we found out what she was doing, we were surprised and shocked. However, because we can’t do anything about it, we just let her do what she wanted. We assumed that it would really end up into a big trouble if we will confront her about her witchery things.
Until we noticed that she was already applying witchcraft to the family. Yes, she practiced it within the family. Our suspicion started when some of the family members experienced unexplainable aches and pains in our bodies. My sister and I were operated with appendectomy without any signs or symptoms; my father suddenly collapsed without any reason; my mother and some of my aunts had that strange feeling of not eating fish anymore; my cousin was hospitalized for a month because she could not swallow any food – all of these were explained by the so-called “mananambal” (or faith healer). She said that all of these aches and pains were products of witchcraft.
We already asked a healer about these unexplainable aches and pains because doctors could not even explain what is happening to us. But what frightened us more was when my uncle was confined to the hospital for weeks because he was always vomiting and even fainted. He was examined and was found out that he had a brain tumor. We were not surprised because my grandfather also suffered from brain tumor that caused his early death. Although the doctor already has findings, she was also surprised because my uncle could not move his body anymore. Instead, he moaned of the intense pain in his head. We immediately got the hint. He was a victim of witchcraft and we already guessed who the doer was.
We immediately went to Siquijor for the cure but we were too late. The healer said that my uncle has no more chance for survival and she can’t help him anymore because he was being “worked” by the doer for a long time. By that time, the whole family was in grief and we did not want to tell my uncle about his condition so that he will not lose hope and would help himself to survive. But then again, time ran fast and his condition got worst. I saw how my family was badly affected with the situation. Each of us at that moment wanted to crash her and burn her to pieces. But we are Christians and we fear God.
My uncle died. We mourned. Yet, I mourned more for the fact that the death of my uncle, who is a good person, was caused by someone who belongs to our so-called family.
On the day of my uncle’s burial, I saw the demon, I saw her. She was also there to witness our pain and I’m sure she was happy with it. I can see it in her demonic face. There she was, standing in triumph. While I was looking at her face, I felt madness inside me, something in me wanted to go out and kill that woman. But a voice inside me enlightened my heart and mind. I conditioned myself that I won’t burn my soul in hell just to kill that doer, that murderer, that demon, that evil – that black sheep in our family.
I won’t sell myself to hell just to kill my aunt!
*Kira is a student of the College of Arts and Sciences who loves listening to music.
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