I had been warned by diviners that I should never attend funerals, cemeteries, burials and things of those nature because the dead loves me and I would be sick if I ever did. As a child growing up in Jamaica I used to go to Maxfield park, in the actual park after leaving school with my friends to play there. There were old graves scattered in the park, most of them demolished and I remembered laying on them while my friends played oblivious to the fact that these were graves I didn’t care. Children are so innocent. I had never liked to see a funeral procession. People dressed in black crying and mourning, it was sad. Things like those anything that had to do with death made me sad and even has a teenager, the thought off death scared the hell out of me as I’m sure with most people.In the post that I made titled ” Walking on the left” which I have re-posted for the interest of this story, I had promised to write of seeing Peanut three days after he died. If you can recall he was warned by me of impending death which he had heeded not!, prior to him coming to America from Jamaica after he had been deported. His woman had consulted with me and through a medium reading ( what this means is, a spirit took over my body and gave this message), she was told that he would be killed two months after he came, buried in Jamaica with both of his feet cut off and buried beside him. I had flown to meet up with his babymother who requested pleadingly that I come to his funeral. Knowing that I should not,… I did!!! I don’t know why I went against a taboo that was set for me, possibly because I felt sorry for her and her plight. She had been a client of mine for a very long time and we had gotten very close, so I felt the need after her pleading to go.I arrived at her apartment and there were lots of people there that came from all walks of life. Friends that they had known who came in support of her, her mother and her children were also there and we all stayed in her apartment with her. There was one particular lady which was well-known throughout the Jamaican dancehall community, her name was Shelly. Shelly had a reputation for being quite a character, she also because of her mannish ways were always in the company of many different men or crew not as a groupie but as a brethren. Shelly was known for setting up people for robbery so no one trusted her. What she was doing here amongst the mourners I did not know.
Peanut’s wife, my friend was well-known for having money, lots of it. Anway it was her house and if she wanted to entertain Shelly that was her business. Peanut had died just the Monday morning I arrived the Tuesday morning. While everyone slept in the living and dining room her mother and the children had the spare bedroom, I slept in her room with her. It’s important that I tell you a little bit about her bed which will give you an understanding about what I’m going to reveal . The bed was a huge California King size bed that had a beautiful headboard detailed in the design along with a bed foot to match. On Thursday night while we slept my friend was awakened by the intercom with Shelly’s voice on the other end asking to be let in, this was about 3:30 in the morning. She woke me and grogily I sat up. She whispered to me fiercely “That was Shelly, she’s downstairs, I’m going to have to take the elevator down to let her in and bring her up. You know her reputation for setting people up to be robbed please watch me through the glass door as I go down and if you see her, somebody else and I do not let us in. Please remember this is important”, I answered yes I would. As soon as she went though the door I fell back asleep. I guess while she spoke to me I was still half asleep my body tired from the duties of the week. All of a sudden I saw myself sit up like a zombie in the bed staring in the face of Peanut he looked the same as he did before he passed away. He held on to my right hand firmly and stared directly into my eyes and said in a fierce none but threatening tone “Obara!!!, wake up!!! wake up!!! didn’t you hear what she said. She said stay up and watch her, remember I am not there anymore I cannot help if there is a problem and now this drancko (vulture) is ringing the bell, talking about let me in! let me in!, please stay up!, please stay up!, I am not there anymore”. While he spoke to me telephatically I might add, racing thoughts were going through my mind, THIS COULD NOT BE!!! THIS COULD NOT BE!!!! So I attempted to pull my hand out of his but he had a firm grip and he held on. Again he said “don’t be afraid I wont hurt you” which I responded defiantly “you cannot hurt me”. I used all my strength in an attempt to pull my hand away but he held on firmly trying to calm me down so I could listen to him. The last pull that I made I kicked both feet out which connected to the foot of the bed and broke it with a crash to the floor which made him release me and disappear. Icould see the imprint of his fingers on my light skin, I felt his squeeze still vibrating on my wrist, and I continued to feel it even into the next day. I jumped off the bed my heart pounding fast, sweating profusely at this encounter. My friend came into the room at that very moment and saw me in the state which I was in,and also saw the bed foot on the floor broken , she got me water and I told her what had just happened.
The next night we all were sleeping in the living room, about 10 of us. Shelly was sleeping in a chair. While we were slept we heard a noise, a stiffling scream!, it was Shelly, we sat up to witness Shelly in a zombie like state, her eyes kept opening and closing and it seemed as if she was not aware of her surrounding and she cried out aloud saying ” Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I will go. Why yuh tormenting me!!! Obara help me Obara help me please he doesn’t want me to be here Obara help me!!!” and she kept repeating this with her eyes opening and closing. I should let you all know that Shelly did not know what happened to me the night before, we did not tell her. Seeing Shelly like this got everybody afraid and they all ran from the room except for me and my friend. I went over to her and placed my hands on her shoulder and repeated some incantations that I knew and spoke to him who was standing there tormenting Shelly to leave. Coaxing him to stop, promising that she will go. Shelly became fully awake, she was very cold in her body shivering as if she was freezing and, rubbing her arms as the chills were going through her body.
Obara Meji is a spiritualist, Ifa-Orisa practitioner, and teacher of metaphysics. Since 2011 she has used her online platform to share her personal experiences to those seeking answers about spirituality. Her teachings will expand into short stories, novels, and public speaking to continue her mission of bringing enlightenment to the world.