In most African cultures it is believed that a child is the most powerful tool used either for evil or good, i'm not sure whether its because they are innocent or because they are with no sin. Children are used to perform witch craft. They are used to deserve people or made to bewitch someone, it is believed that children are turned into tokoloshes(unnatural beings used by witches to carry their evil deeds they are short and scary )

This is my story a story of a young boy who was saved by prayer because evil was about to get him.it all started when I stopped attending church as a child I loved church because I was born into it with mom and grand going to church and taking with them I fell in love with it. It all started as a great dream I was playing outside of my house with some of my imaginary friends (sounds too good to be true right). since I didn’t have many no friends then I presume they were imaginary. In the dream the was this dark room in which I turned to look and I was sucked in.

In the room they were a lot of mirror’s surrounding coming from the ground up and a bit of fog or smoke surrounding the place. I started to felt like I had a load on top of me (like some heavy objects were on top of me) I froze in dreams and was unable to move, I tried shouting my voice was gone I tried moving but it felt like I was chained to that one sport I also felt my conscious self-struggling to even move a finger.

Out of the smoke a sword man imaged (tall with silver plated amour and his face I couldn’t see because it was covered by the smoke) my body unfroze and he started to chase me I tried looking for an escape route but I couldn’t find one ‘ I felt my conscious self-trying to battle out of the dream but I couldn’t all could do now is scream and I tried but nothing came out my conscious self only made a sound (hmm hmm hmm) and I was awaken I by my mom “what’s wrong child” and I started to explain.

Mom told me we should pray and we started to pray (mom prayed) and the was footsteps on top of the roof like something or someone was fleeing from the scene (boom boom!!!!!!!) then it came down and when mom checked the was nothing like it disappeared in the night. Mom told me I should go with her to church and I agreed

Next night I went to sleep again and was confronted by the same dream talk about spooky , the place was different this time and I felt like the were heavy things on top of me I couldn’t move I couldn’t do anything the word man came he starred at me like he was waiting for confirmation or something I was scarred I was waken again by my mom and told her I had the same dream I couldn’t understand why I would have the same dream, dreams are like lighting. Lighting doesn’t hit the same place twice and you can’t dream the same thing twice

The next morning my mom called people from her church to come and pray for the house and cast all evil out. As mentioned in the beginning I love church, I remember singing a song (“wonke umuntu ozo ze yimela gwa phambi ko jesu, nawe mama ozo ze yimela kwa phambi ko jezu” translated to everyone will stand infront of jesus and be judged)

The church begean and we started by worshiping and followed by prayer I was called fought by the pastor and he asked my mom that I should be prayed for by the church, they started praying for me and finished without anything happening to me

It was said that if someone was possessed by demonic spirit they would faint and the demon would take a hold of my body and speak using my body (I know this might sound too good to be true but it is true im 22 now and I have seen people confessing in front of the church saying granny margeret is using me during the night and we visit people during the night and possess them using food or drinks we offer them)
Any who back to my story I couldn’t sleep that night I was afraid of sleeping like if you were me wouldn’t you but in the end my sleepiness won the battle since I was tired from all the running around I did during the night I dreamt about the same thing and the next day over and over again.

I went to church a few times and started to pray to god to end my misery and you know what god works in mysterious ways god didn’t make the dream go away I went to sleep everyday afraid that the swordman would chase me or even attack , in and out o my dreams I was afraid and after days of visiting church I started believing more and more in god , they say fear is the opposite of faith and I truly believe that I didn’t think my believe would save me from that horrifying man in my dreams but it did.

I went to sleep knowing my father (the iam ) would protect me and sa promised he did my every day night nightmare came and they and the thing that had power over my dreams started to become weak.it obviously chased me around but in my dreams I started praying I couldn’t speak but I could speak think my prayers and my prayers would reach god since I was told god was in me I thought my father would obviously hear me I prayed hard and by the time I was done some of the mirrors shattered and behind them were graves the sword man found me he tried to hit me with his sword I overpowered him and took his sword and slayed him with it and that was the end of my nightmare

im 22 now and have experienced scary things from my mom being mentally ill to me almost dying from a car almost running over me and I cant explain what happened to me but I was moved from the place where I was supposed to be run over by the car(teleportation)

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