The Day My World Fell Apart (Part 1)
Sunday April 7th, 2024 was the day my life fell apart.
Many things had happened up until that point. There is so much to unpack, but we have time. So, grab a cup of tea or coffee, sit down, and let’s go on this ride together.
The downfall began in 2023. In August, I had confessed to my pastor about being a witch. When I’m talking about witchcraft, it’s not the tarot cards or spirituality as we know it in the west. This is a deeper, more insidious bondage and in the African church…scratch that…. in the Bible believing church, witchcraft is an egregious sin.
I remember up until that time, the prophecies that were coming in the church were scary. It was God’s constant scolding of witches and how he would deal with them one by one. The phrase that still comes to mind is:”No stone will be left unturned.”
Initially, I would sit in church and disassociate during those moments, because I felt that this had nothing to do with me…. So, how did I go from saying it has nothing to do with me to confessing?
One night, during the midnight prayer call, the message came to me directly. God was requiring me to stop something I was doing or I would lose my first born daughter. Til this day, I don’t have the words to describe the fear and despair that gripped my heart in that moment.
At the time, I told myself that it must have been my attitude towards my husband. We weren’t doing well and I had grown cold towards him. The next day, I apologized to him. But deep down in my heart, I knew the issue hadn’t been dealt with… I knew something was still off.
That same night, the word came to me again. This time, I called my pastor after the prayer call and she just instructed me that I needed to go to God for myself. I tried to tell her that I wasn’t sure what it was, but she had to get off the call.
That night, I said a prayer that if witchcraft was my sin, then God should lead her to use the word, “renounce” when she next spoke to me.
It was on a Friday afternoon that she called me back and began to admonish me. She didn’t yell, she didn’t accuse me. She started the conversation by telling me that God loves me. I told her I knew this.
She then proceeded to say that He didn’t create me to be like this. My heart sank… She finally said, “You have to renounce this thing.” And I said, “Ok.” and she said, “Do you know what I’m talking about now?” I said, “Yes.” This was the whole conversation.
In that moment, there were so many things running through my mind….I had so many questions. Mainly: how can I be a witch and not know? There are many kinds of witchcraft, but the one I’m familiar with as a west African is the one where the individual astral projects and in the midnight hours joins others in a coven, to put together evil plans and spiritually wreak havoc in the lives of unsuspecting individuals… Typically family members and loved ones.
Based on the description I just gave, you can imagine the stigma attached to witchcraft in my culture…
This is getting a little long, so head over to Part 2 for the rest of the story. In the meantime, leave a comment and tell me what was the one thing that made you decide that you need to make a change in your life?
