Do not read this story out loud at night.
Do not read this story in front of a mirror.
Do not. Never ever. Do these two things at the same time.
The first time it happened, I was about five years old.
My mother was out of town I think. We were left with her beautiful sister. My aunt was a ‘babe’, and so she had loads of distractions. My sister and I were left to our own devices.
It was a safe neighborhood. Mama Carol was a Grey-haired, overweight neighbor. Kept to herself largely, but always had a smile for kids.
I had just been smacked and so I was downstairs weeping. I was seated on the steps waiting to report my aunt to my mother the second she arrived.
Mama Carol shuffled over and consoled me. She pressured me into eating some sweets. She promised me that it would be our secret – secret.
That night I was in a dream. At least I thought it was one. Most of the kids on my block were there. Except for Zoe, my sister.
Mama Carol and a few other adults were in charge there. They taught us to be rambunctious. They taught us spells I grew to recognize them as curses. They taught us to basically terrorize our families.
There was a premium on blood and death. Big bonuses were promised if anyone died by our hands.
I always woke up tired in the morning. I found it stressful.
They stopped bringing me into their meetings when I asked why we could not drink a cola or Kool-Aid as opposed to blood.
The second time was in my freshman year.
Of all the fraternities to join, I ended up being tapped by one neck-deep in wars and battles. You could get shot or stabbed by these people for anything (real or imagined) ranging from a fart to your height. They were just so… Bloodthirsty! Their bloodlust was bananas!
A lot of brothers died. But Bello took a shine to me and protected me. Prior to his graduation, he oversaw my initiation ceremony. It was performed by the banks of a large river. I saw and heard things that I cannot talk about. Let me at least say that there are many entities on earth that are not human.
One day I deflowered the woman who would become my wife. I love her. While she slept, I felt nature ‘call’ me. Afterwards, when I stood up to flush, I was astonished to see the cistern filled with bolts, nuts, keys, chains, padlocks, a small bearing and all sorts of metal.
Suffice it to say that I wisely avoided getting shot at or stabbed after that incident. I was hitherto impervious to death.
The third time was when I was contesting for public office.
Whilst on campaign, I visited with my constituency. It was a townhall meeting.
The oldest indigene attended and requested to meet with me. At the end of that meeting, I foolishly allowed him to lay his hands on my head and pray in a dialect I did not understand. My sycophantic team kept screaming ‘amens’.
I won in the general elections.
I always win.
Even when I play chess online, I win. And I do not play chess! The game or prize does not matter. If I competed for anything, it was mine.
But people around me seemed to die every couple of months. Like clockwork. I have been attending more funerals than ever in the last four years.
And so I have taken to telling everyone of my experiences.
Uhmmm, no. This snitching is not allowed. It is an offense punishable by death in every coven.
I teach people how to break free of; blood oaths, selling of their souls, demonic possession, enchantments and divinations… I set free an average of twenty five souls every month. For the last year or so.
Then just last night, the fallen one shows up offering ‘my soul’ back to me… Lol…
Really?
Really?!
I am having too much fun with this rogue behavior. He can keep ‘it’.
I up and accepted Jesus into my life a while back. Lol…
I have a better deal with God.
Do not read this story out loud at night.
Do not read this story in front of a mirror.
Do not. Never ever. Do these two things at the same time.
