Some years ago, I got the devastating news that my Godmother in Africa had died. How could this be?!. I had just left her seven months ago in Africa where I had spent a month with her on her compound. The worst thing was I had not spoken to her for all those times as I was upset with her for things that I cannot/refuse to discuss here, as a matter of fact, maybe one day I will get the courage to write about what she did to me. Her son, Jide, called me about 9am American time, and 2pm for them in Nigeria, on a Sunday morning when he greeted me with the news ‘my mom is dead’. I could not believe it, flabbergasted I stuttered ‘What?’ He put his sister Bimbo on the phone. Bimbo was so shocked, she couldn’t speak. This is Africa so they buried her the same day, possibly she came from a Muslim family, because the muslims bury their dead on the same day that they die. She had died 2am between Saturday and Sunday morning and so they buried her at the entrance of her Osun shrine on Sunday evening. I felt like hell. I called him back an hour later asking him again ‘are you sure this is not a joke’ he calmly answered ‘It is not a joke, my mom is dead’. The next day I called her friend, an Igbo woman by the name of Chioma. Chioma confirmed it, even though I still believed they were lying. I could not percieve it, it was a lie, although I had seen her death six weeks prior to the news, read my post, My Traditional God Mother, look it up in the archives. This was a woman who had just had a baby, she was almost fifty years old, but Osun gives babies to whom ever she pleases, and she was an Osun woman. I had just been with her all over Lagos, all over Badagry, Victoria island, Ogun state, we had even gone to Ibadan, Osogobo; we danced on the compound to the drums praising Obatala and Osun, Kori and Other Orishas. She cooked for me everyday Igbo soup, Egosi soup, she made moin moin, a delicious bean cake and we had fun. We took pictures, went all over the place; how could she be dead?. We walked in the market and even though I am younger than her, she walked faster with more vigor than I, not that I cannot but she was alive and filled with a lot of life when I had seen her last. My God!, While I lamented in my mind about her untimely demise, I knew that God knew best; but I still doubted and even though I am not a superstitious person, (She was a traditionalist, God how come?), I knew that something was wrong and so I spoke to Chioma, the Igbo woman who was her friend. She told me that upon dying my Godmother told her that it was 2 members of her family that did witchcraft on her and was killing her. I was shocked because the people Chioma pointed out to me were on the compound with us everyday!. My godmother gave them money, gave them food and attended to them. As a matter of fact it was three of them who she accused, the third being her husband who she accused also. O Ma Se O!!, (what a pity). I asked Jide the son if it was wicthcraft and he was adamant that it was not, he said it wouldn’t take her. But he had to deny it to me, Africans do not reveal their business, that easily, no matter who you are. And I was like family!.
It is not uncommon for your family members to do evil against you. As a matter of fact, Yoruba says when there is problems the first person you should look into as the trouble maker is the family member. Oh yes, there are bad ancestors; good one and bad ones. Often times when children are molested it is the family member who has done it. The enemy is the closest one beside you because he comes as a friend. If I know you are my enemy you will not sit beside me but if I know you as a friend you can sleep on my bed, cook for me even stay in my house. This is where you lay, as a snake waiting to chop my head, or to devastate me. I’ve seen it happen time and time and time again. It was the mythical Cane who killed the mythical Able. It was Joseph’s brothers who sold him into slavery. Casey Anthony was just acquitted for killing her child, which the whole nation believes that she did. For whatever reason, since the beginning of time, family members, blood relations have fought against each other and lot of them using witchcraft to achieve what they want. The Menendez brothers were convicted of killing their mother and father and recently in the news a 17 year old boy has been accused of killing his parents and having a party while the dead bodies lay in the house. My own family has done me many wrongs and even my own mother separated me and my sisters from each other because she did not want us to have a close relationship, all this stemed from an older sister filling my mothers head with lies about me, because of jealously, that bitch!., she knew my mother cared little for me and she palyed on it.
Sometimes they will try to use and abuse you and if they feel that you will not subject yourself to their dominance this is where they attack, because they can, especially if you are in a position where you need them. My own son, has disrespected me, for his girlfriend, I have nothing to hide, Obara Meji is an Open book!, and because they are the closest ones to you, it hurts like hell. My disgusting nephews, born into my own hands, has called me a bitch, and their mother laughed when she heard. Read my post, SCHADENFREUDE!!.
When my mother migrated to America along with us the children, I was very young. We came to live with our aunt who did the filing for us to come to America. Before we left Jamaica we had a good life. My mother had a good job and she was very progressive; we never suffered or lacked for anything. We had a wonderful roof over our heads, food in abundance, clothes; so much so that we gave away a lot when it was time for us to leave. A month after we came, my Aunt told all of us to get out. If it wasn’t for our neighbor 2 doors away, who she had cautioned us not to speak to because they were too black and ugly, we would have been homeless. Thank God we did not listen to her. Thank God we did not have her prejudices against our own. I could go on and on about the wickedness in families and the devastation that this has caused.
One of my clients told me of the molestation by her grandfather, this old gnarly, peice of crap,screwing a six year old, this happens so often. Another one told me also of the molestation by her step grandfather and when she made up her mind to tell her female cousin, the cousin took her to the bathroom and did lesbian tribing with her, the cousin was in her twenties, she was eight!, this was Jamaica, a female cousin! And when she finally got the courage to tell her, Aunt, her Grandmother, whose husband it was that was screwing the child every night because the family had migrated to America and had left the children in his care, cussed her telling her ‘because of you I had to divorce my husband. I hate you’.
Recently I had a woman who came to me for divination and she told me that growing up she was the one that her mother hated because of her skin color being very dark. This is common in Jamaica (when Jamaican people goh fi goh prejudice, dem prejudice more dan white people). She told me that she came to Kingston to seek her way, at the age of 16, due to ill treatment at the hands of the mother and became a maid. The married man for whom she became a maid to his family, (his wife and children), also turned her into his lover, she felt she had no choice, it was a case of survival. This was from the time of 16 years old, and because she had no other alternative she had to contend with her situation until she was 25. The day came when her mother got so sick she was dying but it was the daughter who she hated that paid all the medical bills, and then some, bought all the medication and paid for the surgeries. The woman told me that the day before her mother died when she went to the hospital to pick her up,the University of the West Indies, and on her way home with the mother, she said the mother went down in the middle of the street on her knees, she begged her mother to get up but she said she had to do this!. The mother held on to her, the daughter’s hands and prayed for her calling out to God to forgive her the mother, for the way she had treated her child. The woman told me that her mother said these words ‘God, this is the stone that the builder refused; it now has become the head corner stone. I despised my own child because of her complexion, because she looks like her father, I ignored her and put her in the street before time and now that I am old, gray and sickly, all who are light-skinned have turned their backs on me. God please bless her’. The woman cried when she told me that her mother had blessed her one day before she left the earth; and that blessing has remained with her to this day. All that the mother did to her while she was growing up, she has forgiven and forgotten. I too have forgiven my mother, regardless of not loving me she taught me valuable lessons that I have taught my own children…Read Egbe White.
For me to continue this post about wicked family members would take forever. I know there are those of you reading this blog who have also suffered at the hands of family members who have used, betrayed, molested and hurt you in ways that you cannot begin to understand. Read the post from the archives–Family Disconnection– Let us have an interesting discussion. I have told you all on countless occasions my own story, please share yours with me; and for those who are reading, please do not be shy or afraid to tell your stories. Come mek wi reason!
Ọ̀nì ní ojú máa ńti òun láti gé nǹkan jẹ, tóun bá sì ti gée jẹ, ojú máa ńti òun láti fi sílẹ̀.Ọ̀nì ní ojú máa ńti òun láti gé nǹkan jẹ, tóun bá sì ti gée jẹ, ojú máa ńti òun láti fi sílẹ̀. /
The crocodile says it is always shy to bite, but once it has bitten, it is always shy as well, to let go….Yoruba Proverb![Greed entraps; some things are better left untried]
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Oooo mi forget bout di granny til Ty talk. Granny whey seh mi ano fi her son pitni lol and shi mi get my hair from ole fuzzy, soft thick hair whey cyaa tame lol smh i never liked her from was baby to adult. Shi has since passed on
Same so mine stay kiabubblez, yet still she did have my father wid a married man…smh…ole hypocrite and judgemental hag…God forgive me
Lol@ hag, oonuh bad enuh
Hahaha yea man til dis day my grandfather ano my grandfather tru granny did a cheat n ketch belly. My pupa a jacket!!! but mi ano her sons child. Ole jezebel dem!
Fi real kia
Bwoy Obara, I abhor my family members!!! It never used to be like that. On both Paternal and Maternal sides we were thicker than thieves. Can’t write an epistle right now, the wounds are still too fresh. I’ll just put some in bullets 1.) Molestation 2.) War over property 3.) Out side people aka IN-LAWS broke what they have not lifted a finger to build 4.) Ungrateful relatives who Scandal you when you are of no more use to them God, I can’t ……… I would always see this stuff happen to other people growing up, but I was like…nope… Read more »
Jealousy walk Chu mine, mi done wid dem
Release har bublez
Lawd mi dey ova di odd a post an unno ova yah suh. Obara, Ty and readers, blessings to unno.
yup me tuh, mi temper cool way dung!
mi nuh waan dem call, de bwoy all fight me son thank God mi son anuh punk, so him neva get de best ah him, damn maaama man!…internet prostitute!, mi nuh have nutten fi do wid him , and oonun doe judge me and sey Obara Meji whey always ah preach peace and love, even Jesus did get vex and buss some ass
Not at all…dis spiritual path me a go dung a cool mi temper…Lawd di maroon and di mix up mix up have mi rabid…lol…so him lucky a you…mi teach my sons to fight because there is time in life we all have to…
Well Ty, know that she is always with you, you don’t need to go to the tomb to be close to her dear heart, she is with you, mi younger sister and me had our ups and downs but de nasty old one and mi madda work pon de younger one f mash wi up, misis de younger one go married one bwoy from Jamaica and chu me and har close de bwoy newly come come join de band wagon gainst me, all guh get reading and sey reada man tell him sey me ah use voodoo fi mash dem… Read more »
Damn hootupengs…misery love find company…and when crosses find dem, I bet a you dem a go call…
me, release them, I only speak to them if I have to, being in their space is welcoming negativity, all mi older sister she ah de worse, jealously ooze from har like puss from a bad sore, I have released them, I have no family but my children and my husband, and mi love mi husband, but mi still look out ah de cawna ah mi eye dem, caws, man to man unjust!
Same here… My dad is one of 12 children from this same grandmother…she poison all my aunts, uncles, and cousin against me…I rarely speak to them…the only thing I miss is that at the family land, there is a tomb/ grave for my great grandmother which I always found peace in…as a child I would cry to her and sleep on her tomb…I never met her, she died before my father was born but she loved me and I always felt her…even as I write now, I have tears just remembering her essence and love…
Lawd mi coulda write an epistle…my only living grandmother, who I do not speak to unless I have to…used to and still hate me because of my complexion…as we in ja say, some of dem old people yah dark…she is such a negative force… My own grandmother would call me a jacket and say that I am not her grandchild…now that I am grown she wants to be my friend and claim me as her own…I have forgiven her, it took me a looong time…I know that her presence in my life is to show me how hate and evil… Read more »
Yes Obara and now me older dem cyaa program mi lol
Morning Kia, ah mi fi tell yuh!
good morning Obara all bloggers peace n blessings! i can tell u bout wicked family aye sah all wen mi nuh see dem, dem push up dem self. I dont like dem eno set a two face rat! dats why my childhood memories very short cause a dem. I know dem raise mi wid morals n respect plus hardwork but mi feel like dem did short out di love. Mi a talk mom side a fam eno father side smh dats a whole nother issue.
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Yet another Post i find worthy of re-blogging, if you have read it already read it again, because a post will soon follow of the story I did not want to share before, so to be able to understand full, you all must read this and the other which will come before the fresh ones…Enjoy!!
ase O! Orisapikkney!!!….Other than being a child of the sweet wonderful Osun I Obara Meji am very candid about all my experiences in life, I do not subscribe to the rest of the worlds philosophy of forgive and forget…… (I may forgive but I do not forget),priestess that I am, I AM human being first and foremost, every one of my own experiences that I have ever written on this site, has been the truth, I do not live a clandestine life, no not at all. I did not create this site to try to mimic Oprah or Wendy, I… Read more »
Asantewaa I am trying to comprehend your comment as it doesn’t flow. However it sounds like a challenge to the owner of the site….So I will pick apart and rebut what you have typed. First and foremost EVERY LIVING THING carries ASE!! What is healing? Healing comes in myriad of ways-fyi-if you are a spiritual person then you would know that. This site in itself is a portal for healing and renewing. This site was done out of love for all living things, spirituality and cosmology straight from the bosom of Ore yeye Osun! If a man/woman is dealing with… Read more »
As a priest you have got to offer healing. some rite that people with pain can do, rather than just focus on it and talk about it (that can be done with wendy or oprah). I challenge you to distinguish yourself as a carrier of Ase by releasing the endless ability of the female to heal herself and and her world. Make the cooler just by being present. Or else, what is your value?
Asantewaa of Nyandarura
Thank you so much for your comments my dear. However, no one is allowed to challenge me besides God and the spirits. Dr. Phil, Wendy, and Oprah have a forum to voice their opinons and this is the place to voice mine. You have no right to challenge me. As for the duties of a priest there are many definitions of the word priest and many people believe they know the duties of a priest.May you have much blessings in your life and I appreciate you viewing my site.
OBARA oh my god…me know dem pregant trial and tribulation at a young age me did have one aunty deh…real con artist and she give me a dose…u dun pregnant already so why dem a go lock u out…no sah
Morning allllllll Obara mi juss ah read di comments dem caw chue mi did bizi yessideh an unda a vibes…..mi si whey yuh sey di sins of di madda will fall on di 2nd and 3rd generation (mi did waan tawk to yuh bout dis to)…..ah Mondeh mi ah tawk to one ah mi Aunty – by mi fawda side, mi noe sey she an har pikni dem lub mi – an shi tell mi sey di Spriit reveal to har sey mi fi pray fi break fambily curse…..Mi did ah wawk goh cawna store an mi cum back an… Read more »
Welcome caesar9. And thank you for sharing.
An all wen yuh ah try fi avoid di heathen dem, dem still ah come laaf up inna yuh face like……(inna mi Sharlene voice) HELLOOOOOOOO……Whey yuh really tink, mi done pree yuh LONG TIME an si sey yuh nuh good!!!!!
Some ah dem chue dem help yuh howt dem feel like dem fi use an abuse yuh….but Karma is a BITCH!!!! Naw wish nuh bad fi dem an mi wii feed dem sed way but dem fi noe dis……JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!! Not because I don’t call you out on your hypocrisy, don’t mean I’m stupid…..Juss Low mi!!!!
evening rayne888…plz welcome Caesar9…lol!
Evening all.
aye sah maniac! aye sah maniac aye!
Helloooooo
Sorry peeps mi did ah deal wid dem sed kine ah fambily memba yah….but mi cyaan do nuh betta yah nung, soh ah juss so di ting set
aye caesar!! aye sah!…*sighs*!
Damn dat did touching Obara fi real! Ah tings wi guh trew as ancient souls trodding this Earth….you ARE strong fi di tings dem weh yu endure, trust me! My prayers are with you, stay firm!!!
you know why mi figive mi lickle sista when har evil tek har, mi memba when mi did eight months pregnant as a teenager, we live inna one building and mi did have on one plum colored summer dress, one evening, mi baby fadda did call mi out inna de hall way and mi go, when mi fi go back inside mi parents lock mi out from 9 o’clock a Night and refuse to let me in. Mi knock and knock but dem refuse, I sat up in dat freezing hall way alone all night by myself and mi belly,… Read more »
every man mi lickle sista deh wid always hate mi and mi nuh know de bredda dem!, mi modda use to tell dem sey mi ah go obeah dem relationship, caws mi tie on mi sista pon me, tru she neva waan fi see mi and de gal ah live good, and when mi sista breed before time n mi madda shame whey she live, memba she did put me out, she sen de sista fi live wid me, mi happily tek in de gal, dem neva eva gi mi a bockle ah soda fi har keep, n mi neva… Read more »
mi glad sey i came on this earth as a spiritualist…de dawg wish sey dem can harm mi and mine but fadda gog nah sleep!!
she mess wid yuh destiny, but you ave life an she dead!, when you have life you have hope!!
Caesar9, de sins of the mother shall visit the second an third generation, de damn bitch aguh inna ah de realms an si har pickney dem ah earth a suffa n cyann do nutten bout it, not even ah dream fi warn dem!!
just fi get mi outta mi madda house! VANITY! di ooman all tell mi seh she ah pray fi mi! an yu know seh mi not even did care bout di house…….mi did vex wen mi madda cum visit mi an tell mi seh she dead. cah mi did waan fi mek it back ah street fi look in har yeye dem an tell har how wicked she really is; den show har all di statement dem weh she mek inna black an white! she dead fram pancreatic cancer, one of di worst cancer dem. mi bex just ah talk… Read more »
me no like family…pon mi father side…them great
de African people dem ah de bes inna de world!!.so glad I am an African, they say if you start to experience problems do not look outside your family first, search within!!. Mi ave one evil big sista deh fadda God!!
well mi sweet aunty dead aredy star; but you must know seh mi neva noe she do mi dat until afta mi conviction an mi ah fight mi case; when you ah appeal yu case dem haffi sen yu all ah di transcript an document an all dem ting deh……is wen mi ah guh trew all dem paper works mi see all har statement dem, all ah @#%&* long she was di confidential witness gainst me…….yo mi Obara mi dear people cowl star, mi ah tell yu man!!
no sah obara…fi u daddy a de greatest…trust me
a true cesar…u aunty a witch…call fi de coffin mek we bury her now…old wicked
when mi fadda buy him house mi nuh know why mi sey cho ah family!, mek we all live togedda and so mi tek up mi nuff self sey mi aguh live deh. Mi sista baby fadda whey she and him nuh deh no more, sey him wudda move mi fi free, mi so glad causen sey de moving did tek out nuff outta mi, mi fix de whole apartment, and mi did a get bruk. Mi sists tell mi sey mi fadda, not step fadda or mi madda man!, mi ownna puppa, tell har sey fi tell de baby… Read more »
yuh aunty a bitch Caesar, but fi har day ah come, and she ago meet har waterloo!!
Now! i greet all of you with di Universal greetings of Hotep!!! thats peace in ancient kemet(the land of the black). But i also send you all LOVE, RESPECT, and NUFF BLESSING!!! May all of your intentions be solid and firm as the tree that planteth inna MOMMA EARTH!!! Obara GOD BLESS YOU!! ok! now! why unnu ah harras mi bout…all yu sharlenerose bout man fraid an all dem ting deh; mine eno! big an serious, mi love di topic an di reason’n……I an I as ancient african people fi build back wi roots an dem ting deh; cah ah… Read more »
Ok Ceasar mi lub….ok dear mi undastan
CAESARRRRRRRRR
Welcomeeeeeeeeee!!!! Join di mad kru
ok ok mi deh ya man………unnu tek time nuh man, how unnu so excited suh? now unnu mus memba seh mi is not very computa literate; so sum time if mi nuh respond quick is jus true mi cyaan too wuk dis blastid comupta ya…..aright?!
cesar look him ketch him fraid and gone…like him a really one a we…mad
one comment caesar?
cesar whe u run gawn
yes caesar tell we bout de dranco dem!
hello cesar…welcome…u right we mad…dem sane…but me a stay far from dem…me so mad me no want it rub off…or fi dem saneness rub off pon me…den a who tell dat di vicious lie whe give u 7 years…do tell
caesarrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!……papa yuh comeeeeeee!!…lololol welcome!!
well mi feel seh di ‘ole ah unnu ah mad people, bout family wicked….family NICE man, nice as can be! is wah unnu woulda do widout yu family, eehh?! My family so nice dat mi spend seven years ah mi life ah prison becah tings weh she tell di police seh mi do! Mi? Family? mi nuh waan fi hab nuting fi do wid dem!!! Hello everybody mi name is Caesar, and I’m happy to join you all on this site. I was brought on by Obara……hello mi dear! I’m finally here!
all when de gal dead…she still a fuck up my life…
yeah trust me dem fake…dem fi go whe…virgin me do like you…me alone inna de state whe me inna and de rest a dem pack up one place…fucker dem
Exactly Virgin…..Its just that sometimes no matter how hard you try, dem always push demself up inna yuh face
just tek whey me self!!
I’ve had my share of them, now me whey me self!!!
That’s not even right what happened to you both Obara and Sharlene. Maniac I feel your pain and anger as well.
madder than me you couldnt find
mi say my sister even though we never grow together…one time after i just had the premature baby…lost my job, needed some help with my rent…call her and borrow 200 dollar…she tell me she have to think about it and turn around tell everybody mi call and beg her
family has hurt me all my life, ah so my ting set up, all the younger ones dem nuh good edda!.
Embracers mi nah lie, when strangers and my enemies betray me, I shrug it off; because if its one thing I have learnt in my time here on earth is that people are and will always be people. So for the most part, I will vent for couple minutes and then THAT’S IT!!!! I’m done…..When my ‘friends’ and family betray me and try to treat me as less of a person than I am, that shyt HURTS like crazy….is like mi cyaan get it outta mi system; yes I forgive them, but I never forget and its even worse when… Read more »