I caught my roommate using juju on me and the truth broke my heart

My roommate and I have been tight since 200L. We share everything, garri, money, even our dreams. But last semester I started feeling like something was off. I couldn't sleep, my head was heavy, and I kept dreaming about him calling my name. I brushed it off as stress from exams.

Then one day I came back early and found him with a small calabash and some herbs. He tried to hide it, but I recognized the smell. It was the same thing my grandmother used to ward off evil. I confronted him, and he broke down. He said his mother went to a native doctor because she feared I was influencing him to fail his courses. She wanted him to 'bind' me so I wouldn't excel beyond him.

I felt sick. This was someone I called my brother. I moved out the next week. We haven't spoken since. It taught me that even the people closest to you can carry something you don't know about. Trust is a fragile thing in this life.