I Started Seeing Things When I Cut The White Cloth

Before my birth, my mother had lost three children. All three were born alive but died shortly after they came to this world. According to the stories my parents told me, the one who survived the longest lived for only a month. When my mother conceived me, she did everything possible to make sure I didn’t suffer the same fate as those before me.

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She didn’t tell me what exactly she did but there was a white cloth tied around my right wrist when I was growing up. They didn’t tell me what it was or why I had to wear it. When wearing it became uncomfortable at some point, every attempt I made to get my parents to remove it fell on deaf ears. So, one day, I took matters into my own hands and cut it off. That was the beginning of my struggles as a child.

I began to experience sleep paralysis. It happened randomly and continued for over thirteen. During those moments, I would see images of women with cloth tied around their waists, carrying calabashes, and moving in circles around me. I became so overwhelmed by their presence that fear lost its meaning to me.

As a child, I was troublesome. I often got into fights and physically harmed anyone I considered a threat. Almost every month, an adult or child would report me to my parents for injuring them.

I could see things — intimate details about people — and sometimes predict or desire evil, and it would come to pass. Woe betide anyone who offended me during the day. At night, I would sit and imagine something evil happening to them, and within weeks or months, it would manifest.

One day, I woke up and told my mother that I had seen a man in our community dying soon. She beat me so severely that I kept quiet about such things.

When I got older and things got too difficult, I sought help from four different traditional priests. Each one told me they couldn’t help because I didn’t need help. I reached a point of despair and even tried to unalive myself, but every time I attempted it, someone showed up and stopped me.

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In 2004, I attended a camp meeting. During one of the services, the man of God divided participants into groups based on their challenges. That evening, I prayed sincerely and told God to take away anything in me that did not bring Him honor.

In an instant, I became dazed and then felt a relief like never before. That moment marked the end of my nightmares and ushered me into a new, free life.

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Since then, I have given my all to Jesus. It has been miracle after miracle. I am in a far better place now, and all attempts to cause me harm, especially through charms, have failed woefully.

I don’t deny the existence of powers and principalities, but I know this for sure: you have the power to choose whom you will serve and yield yourself to.

—Danny

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