Korobela… love potion. Used by those who are that are so desperate to be loved, that they’d sell their souls and make a pact with the devil. By people who only seek marriage because they don’t want to be the only single person in their group of friends. Used by people who are so deeply infatuated by someone that they refuse to be rejected by them, and the people who are so deeply in love that the thought of their significant other leaving them, sends shivers right down to the very core of their souls.

No matter who, for whatever the reason, uses korobela it always yields the same results. Getting the person you want to love you unconditionally, to think of no-one but you, to make their heart race every time they see you, to be completely blind to your flaws, to obey you.

Men, Women or any other gender there is, Korobela is not biased. It does its job, simple as that. What people don’t know about korobela, is what its real job is. The display of love and affection is nothing but a mere side effect of what it actually does (it’s the calm before the storm), no one really knows the what its real purpose is. It is envy, hatred that is rooted so deep that one cannot control, it bitterness, its replaces happiness with sadness, it changes a well matured and healthy relationship into one that is unbearable.

Korobela is suffering. It's burning in the pits of hell whilst walking on earth. There is no escaping the consequences of your actions when it comes to Korobela- it burns you more the more selfish you are, and forcefully ties your souls together for the rest of eternity.

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She is a beautiful, dark skinned woman, she is short and petite, lives with her husband and four children, all boys. She blames her husband who is well over 10 years older than her for continuously giving her boys. She wants to try one more time for a girl, constantly reminding him to think ‘X’ if he does maybe, just maybe they’ll have a girl .

She has gift, one that has been passed down to her from her family,  That gift is to make Korobela. She has never used for herself, nor has it ever been used on her, and yet she makes it for others, those who come desperate for love, to be loved, to feel loved. She never really understood why people would try make someone to love them in such a forceful manner.

She consults many people, day in and day out, she sells it to them, sells them false hope, the illusion of happiness.

Her name is Nandi Thwala.