Before I was born, my mom had to join an occult (African spirituality). At that time, she had been a born-again Christian from birth, but the more she refused:

• She sadly had a miscarriage.

• She finally decided to just accept the “gift” of spiritual guides and ancestral spirits.

Right after she finished her initiation, I was born. She was told that I wouldn’t survive, but that particular night she had a dream about a baby girl (me) on the clouds, wrapped in clouds. It started raining, and a voice told her, “Pray, and she shall descend.”

Years later, when I was ten, I experienced daily demonic nightmares and sleep paralysis. The only difference was the demon could come closer towards me, but couldn’t do anything but observe. I didn’t think much of it until strange Christian TikToks flooded my FYP and I got heavily convicted. I gave my life to Christ.

Now remember, my mom believes in the opposite. In spite of trying to convert me, she took me to the river fall to let the water spirits try “light tongue” (speaking through me). I felt my spirit leave my body, but I saw something in the water. I saw a gigantic snake, and it spoke: “I’ve been trying to take your life since birth, and now I’ve got a chance.” It spoke in my language (Zulu). At that moment, I felt something pull me into the water—a force I couldn’t control—but thanks to the Lord, I somehow escaped.

I eventually got misled after my mom threatened to disown me if I continued loving God, so I fell into sin. She always made blood covenants on us, her kids, teaching us that ancestors did everything for us.

Until a year later, my grandmother passed away. I had a dream of angels pampering me and gifting me cars. Unlike my mother, my grandmother didn’t take these ancestral spirits as gods. She stayed by God until her death, despite losing her mind to dementia and being bedridden.

I decided to repent. I finally prayed and snapped my beads—breaking any covenant of darkness. I prayed for forgiveness to be removed from darkness and into the light. I renounced witchcraft, and from then on, me and my mother never got along. To this day, she thinks I’m a disgrace, but I am not.

I know my age might make you doubt me, but I am an ex-witch turned into a girl who has a calling to lead. In God’s eyes, nothing is impossible. He doesn’t care about age; He takes the smallest ants to be His biggest soldiers.

Amen.