The Witch and her Father

There was this time my dad fell 
very sick, i mean, so sick, he 
could not eat, sleep or talk, he 
could only write to communicate, 
the doctors didn't know what was 
wrong with him yet they gave him 
lots of medication and treatment 
that worsened his health
Some said it was poison, others 
said it was spiritual yet another said
 it was traditional blah, blah, blah.
I didn't know what is was and 
didnt care, i just wanted my sweet 
dad back to health
I was only 11 years old, in secondary 
school and a daddy's girl
 "Not now please? 
 I begged God and cried my eyes out.
My mother visited many spiritualists out 
of desperation and many fake pastors 
duped her
Chai! I so wish i knew what i know now.
There was a certain pastor that claimed 
I was the witch and should be brought 
to his ministry for deliverance
I was taken there! 
My mum left me to the prophet!
I was left hungry for days, the 
so-called pastor said if i didn't agree 
that I was the witch tormenting my dad, 
i was not going to eat
 Many other children were there too, 
left to hunger and thirst
Of course, most  eventually claimed they 
were witches 
The, prophet ripped their ignorant 
parents off claiming they have 
confessed and have been delivered!
"You this girl, you don't want to go 
home? Better just say you're a witch, 
you were asked to bring someone 
you love most to be sacrificed in your 
coven, you brought your dad and 
tied him up for sacrifice thats why 
he's so sick. 
If you do that, we will let you eat, 
we'd also call your mum and you
will go home"
You see? I was a stubborn girl, but 
how long can an 11/12year old last 
with hunger? 
After four days of sleeping on the 
cold concrete floor, with lots of 
mosquito bites, no cover cloth in the 
harmattan, of a very bushy area in 
some part of Jos south
Oh?! Did i mention the building we 
stayed in was uncompleted?
Oh?! Yes! it was.
Children as little as 2 to 3years were 
there, how can such babies be called 
witches too? 
I see them cry out loud as they feed 
them with watery, tasteless pap every 
morning.
I agreed to confess, 
i was tired, i couldn't bear the sight 
anymore
I was given a dried bread with water 
while they called my mum to come 
and pick me up
I plaited my hair, it was corn rolls, 
two at the centre were cut off and 
some brown substance rubbed at 
the middle of my head just before 
my mum arrived.
I was asked to repeat what i had 
told them, i repeated the script they
 made me rehearse
My mum cried,
Oh?! How she cried!
 Money exchanged hands, 
They claimed they had done the 
deliverance on me and something 
was removed from my head to prove 
it, they claimed it was the mark of 
the coven, which signifies id be next 
in line to the throne when i succeed 
in sacrificing my dad
My mum saw the substance and 
believed, she was disappointed in me,  i
I was taken back home and labelled a 
witch. 
Me, a witch? 
Daddy's favorite, slay Princess like 
me that can't hurt a fly
Me that prayed and prayed for my dad
I begged God to heal him, I cried
I pleaded, all to no avail, me like this o, 
was called the witch that afflicted 
my dad.
Well....?! 
My dad never recovered
I was 12 years old when he died in 
June that year, he was about to be 
taken to the mortuary when he 
jacked back to life.
He came back home, looking for his Princess, 
everyone was surprised, no one wanted 
to come near him, they said it was 
his ghost, i was in school when this 
happened.
He could now walk, eat, talk and do 
lots of things himself but he couldn't 
hear.
We wrote to communicate with him, 
the doctor said
The drugs affected his hearing.
It was our mid-term break and my dad 
called to talk to me privately,
The eyes, the side talks, the repulsion, 
the body language, the attitude 
towards me, like how can the witch 
be the only person he wished to see? 
Privately? 
It amazed them.
Yes!
 Many were in our house, my dad 
was a man of the people
He was humour personified
He was jovial, kind and a giver, 
he was well known and very sort after.
"I died and went somewhere, My Dad said,
"while i was waiting, i told the attendant 
that i had a family to settle, i can't die now,
 take me back, let me at least put my 
house in order"
My Dad said the attendant agreed and 
said he'll give him a little more time, 
little enough just to put his house in order, 
that was how he woke up.
"I know I will die soon, but i can't die 
without talking to you and handing 
things over to you"
"You may not be my first child or a boy 
but certainly your future is bright, 
People look at my family and see a 
girl in the midst of four boys, but 
what i see is a river in the middle
of of great mountains
He said lots of things i cannot say here. 
I cried my eyes out, if tears brought 
people back to life, mine alone was 
enough for my father's.
My dad did the little he could before he 
finally died
Oh?! Did i tell you my mum was pregnant 
when she was passing through all this? 
Yes! 
She was pregnant with her last child, 
he was given birth to on the 29th of 
August 2005 while my dad passed on 
2nd October 2005.
No wonder he had to come back to life, 
how can he leave without naming his 
child or at least vindicating his Princess? 
Nah! He had to.
My brother was named OJEELA 
meaning "the kind one" OR 
"the one that knows it all"
Why did i remember this? 
I don't know, i just felt like writing it 
here and keeping memories.
But you see? As long as there are fake 
pastors and prophets it shows that 
the original ones, The God-sent are 
still available, there can't be a fake drug 
if the original ones are not available, 
Which drug will the fake imitate? 
All you that are unbelieving, 
It's time to let the hurt go,
Its time to bury the hatchets and 
have an open mind.
Someone you loved so much died?
it makes you so angry you start to
 claim there is no God? 
I've been there before, 
Know that your hurt doesn't 
dethrone God,
 He is God all by Himself 
and Him not answering your prayers
Doesn't make Him less of Himself.
As a matter of fact, my mum took 
me to another ministry where a 
woman of God was a Prophetess 
and her husband, a Pastor.
After praise and worship she began 
speaking in tongues and prophesying 
in its beauty, this woman was so 
beautiful and i wished to be like her, 
everything she prophesied came to be 
and in one of her services, i opened 
my mouth to say
 "God i want to be like this woman, 
Let everything i say come to be."
As little as i was, i noticed anything i 
said or thought of then came to be, 
I became a little prophet at age 12/13. 
Like i said
If there is a fake, then the Original 
must be somewhere else, who would 
the fake imitate?
God is real, whether u want to believe
it or not.
God is real and you can't stop Him 
from existing.
You didn't put Him there in the first 
place so why try so hard to deny 
His existence?
Come to Jesus today, He is the only 
to this God, 
the Holy Spirit will help you believe 
and do away with all the hurt in your 
heart.
If i can be saved, you too can.
Just send me a DM, @princess_shuga
on Twitter
I will tell you how to be saved.

I love you!.