This woman is currently trying to heal from all the trauma she has been through, especially her loss. She gave me the permission to share her story with you, and this is what I am doing. I share it because, I want you all to be present in your lives, take stock of any unusual occurrences, pay dem mind, note them! I am not telling you to be superstitious, I Obara Meji am a notorious doubtful Thomas. I have to be sure before I claim anything as Obeah/juju, and yet I am a spiritualist/traditionalist, but being overly superstitious can affect your mental health, aldoe “mad people” ah de real spiritualist dem mi nah lie. Even when I realise obeah deh bout, I look to see the reason why, as somethings happens to us for OUR greatest benefit. Wha yuh sey? Yuh nuh undastan dat? Wha yuh sey, Obara drink mad puss piss? Well just ease off lickle bit man and let me explain.
Often times a person may go through the horrors of bad Obeah, because make no mistake about it bad Obeah is as real as the nose on your face. But there are times these things are “allowed” to enter our lives, so that we can find our calling or our destinies, to begin our work here on this earth.It was wicked Obeah that was thrown at me that set me upon my path to becoming Obara Meji, but what I went through was hell. Yet I am at a place where I can call my enemies, the ones who lick mi unda mi claat, my teachers, and I have taught and are teaching from those experience. Yes, Obeah has its privileges, it’s positive sides, fear catapults you into knowledge, if you have the wisdom of beating it at its game. Obeah high science, manipulation of energy, inconceivable to the minds of those who are limited to things not of this world. Jamaicans love to say”Believe kill, and Believe cure”, but ask them seriously to explain this and they cannot. Yuh cudda have faith like Job, when smaddy whey KNOW Obeah fling it after you and it reach, then yuh know how wata walk go pumpkin belly. The argument of believe kill and believe cure, can be considered since it can be taken to mean Faith. While I do agree that faith can heal and protect you from harm (but this is very deep to understand, because the faith has to be apart of your core being, not just you singing a mantra to yourself, this can be difficult for most people since fear is very powerful and have more influence on the mind more than faith). I must let you know that you still (regardless of faith) will have to go through the test of time.This is the natural order of things, we live in a chaotic world. What I mean by this (faith being shaked) is, if someone throws bad Obeah at you, no matter your faith, you will feel it. It will affect your life in some way, look at the life of Job, in your Christian Bible. He had faith and belief, and even though he survived de Obeah when God send de devil guh wuk Pon him(read oonuh bible and low mi, lol) he went through hell. This is what I mean by no matter the faith, the wind that blows can still be felt. The story de lady sent is an Epistle (it long, but she write good) so I will cut my intro short. I will be doing classes on Obeah, there you will learn about this, all sides of it, and yes Obeah has good sides, memba wha mi point out up top. Her story is not done, we will call this part one. We will call the sender Janet, of course not her real name.
Janet’s Story part one:
Firstly i would like to say THANK THE LORD that i found your page. You have given me back HOPE. Your stories have intrigued me, your stories have fascinated me but i must break myself away from your blogs to write to you because the more i read the more i relate and i am so eager for your help your advice is needed urgently. I need a resolution i need some direction i want to know what i am to do as i have been attacked and im not quite sure if it is over and i do not want to be naive and end up victim again at the hands of these evil doers. Now i stumpled across your website randomly because now and again i become ever so depressed, i become so angry, i become even at times void. This is because i unfortunately went through something very traumatic a few months ago (march 2016) to be exact.
I am a very resilient person and have since tried my best to move on but it is all so fresh in my minds eye as though it were yesterday. I must say before hand this is going to be a very long story not because i love to talk or type because i don’t and i do not enjoy writing and havent done it for years but i must tell you my story properly and from the beginning so that you can have a good understanding of my problem. I will do my best to explain everything as short as i can and try my best not to veer off into other stories too much. I want to be very percised with you and will be sharing information of exact areas and places throughout my story. I do not know if you will wish to share my stories with your bloggers which i have no objections to you doing so. I only ask that if you do feel to share my story you do not share the exact location only the parishes because i would like to remain annoymus to a degree. HERE WE GO!
I am 27years old and i was born in London, England. Both my parents are of Jamaican heritage my Father was born in st Thomas and my Mother St Andrew.( she moved to St Thomas at about the age of 10 which is where she met my Father. My parents met in the Notorious district that is called nicknamed Mount Mount Hell, it literally is. My Dad left school to become a soldier and my Mum a teacher. They later decided to move to England. Growing up in England i had no knowledge of Jamaica at all. All i knew of Jamaica was the sandals advert they ocassionally played on tv and the bob marley and beres hammmond music my parents used to play in the house which i very much enjoyed and sang along too.
When i was 9 years old my father took me and my older sister and younger brother to Jamaica for the first time. I remember instantly falling in love in with Jamaica, Everything about it. I remember my arrival into St Thomas upon driving up to our district i just kept looking and thinking i cannot believe these trees are so green the place was heavenly to me and i never knew there could be somewhere on this earth sooooo beautiful. I remember meeting my jamaican family for the first time i immediately loved everyone and when they spoke the patwa it was music to my ears the language fascinated me. I remember walking to the shop with an older cousin and almost dropping down when i saw the river just running down the middle of the district i couldnt believe, i almost double dropped down when i later saw people bathing in the river not to mention when i saw my cousins picking and eating mangoes from the tree and i actually tasted the glory myself. The only thing i did not enjoy was the pit toilet and lizard watching me whlist i was using it but there was too much magic for me to let the toilet bother me. My siblings on the other hand hated it they couldn’t believe we had no inside toilet n that we had to bath in the river. I thought they were mad. After a few days of our arrival all the district kids got wind that there were foreigners in the place. Everyday the yard began to slowly fill up with the district kids(mostly boys ) who came to peer at us i was so happy because i was delighted that i would have friends. The boys would all smile and laugh n jump up amongst themselves but they would never talk to us just hang about the yard eventually until my granny came out n ran them all away from the yard. They shot off like jet planes and would then gather outside my lane n talk amongst themselves. Little did i know they were debating who would get my sister and who would get me lol. I later found out when one day when i was walking to the shop with my cousin,there came the famous pisssssssss and to follow some one called out (browning) i was confused and asked my cousin what is that? to which she quickly replied (dem love yuh aff and them ah call yuh browning tru yuh color high). I became immediately embarassed and my hopes and dreams of playing all summer with these district boys were gone instantly. I was not used to this type of behavior nor had i ever in my life been pursued by a boy and not at the young age of only 9.
I was shocked at the forward behavior of these young boys and felt stupid for even thinking they wanted to play with me. I would play on the verander with my cousins or in the yard i never ventured out because i did not enjoy the cat calls and these boys made me become aware of my actual appearance something i never took into much account before. I would only use the mirror to make sure my uniform was appropriate on the way to school in England. Now i began to take care great care in the mornings to make sure my clothes looked appropriate and my hair was fixed lol just because i knew i was constantly being watched. The boys didn’t bother coming around as much because they had my older cousin who would always tell them not to come around me and my sister which they eventually began to listen to. About 3 weeks into my holiday materials began to arrive as my Dad was adding on to my grandmothers house it was a board house with pretty redfloors which my older cousin would get on her knees with a coconut brush, red dye and polish the whole house on a Saturday. I loved the little country house as it was so comfortable and something out of a book to me. I was sad to see it was being changed but my grandmother told me they were updating the house and she had had this board house for a very long time. Trucks came and let off sand soon after i saw all the little district boys wheeling sand up the lane into my front yard and dropping it off. Im not sure if they were called or decided that they wanted to help out in hopes of payment which my Dad gave them 50 dollars each for their help. The boys were wheeling the sand into my front yard as i watched on the verander as they would drop the sand off n call my name which they had learned by now(my younger cousin told them) smile and run off back down the lane with empty wheelbarrows to collect more sand. Then came this one boy up the lane with a wheelbarrow i stopped i was frozen because never in my life had i seen a child so pretty. He was sooooo pretty i mean like a little pretty girl lol i thought what the heck how is this boy so pretty and he is not even a girl. (He is a Jamaican Indian) i remember feeling shy when our eyes connected i remember wanting to run inside when he smiled(i did run inside) and my sister who was also on the veranda observing with me blurted out (you like him )and began laughing hysterically. I began to hush her to be quiet because i didn’t want my Dad to hear as he was a very strict man and grew us as soldiers ourselves. I knew something of this nature may cause me to get beatings something i hated and feared very much but i was raised by the belt whenever me and my siblings got too naughty amongst ourselves playing. I was so confused and i didnt know or understand what i was feeling,But i think it was love. I built up the courage to step out onto the veranda again as my sister stood there jeering me to come out telling me that Indian had gone. I finally came out only to be greeted by his warm smile. My heart was racing and i began to get hot, i smiled back and its as though we spoke to each other without speaking. I loved him and i knew he loved me too. I remember saying to myself that i wanted to marry him. Which i felt awkward for saying and feeling but that is how i honestly felt.
I spent the rest of the holiday hoping to see indian every waking minute of the day lol. I saw him most days and would ask my cousin to take me to see him when he didnt come to my yard. He would be in the river with the rest of the district boys making deepholes and boomflicking into the water the moment he saw me to show me his skills. I enjoyed watching him and the other boys play. I loved jamaica i would request that my cousin take me to see Indian or that she called him to my yard but whenever i saw him i would get shy. I couldn’t talk to him, we would just smile at each other for a while until he left or the other boys began teasing him. The fact that i took a liking Indian made the other boys try harder to get my attention but i already knew i loved indian. (completely oblivious to the fact that he would indeed be my husband 17 years later) My holiday came to an end i had spent 9 weeks in total in Jamaica and i had totally erased England from my mind. Upon the relisation that i had to return to England i was saddened by this i wished i could stay in Jamaica forever. I made the decesion right there and then that i would live in Jamaica when i grew up jamaica would be my home.
Back in England returning home to my mother straight from the airport i couldn’t contain my excitement i began telling her of my time spent in Jamaica and the enviroment n the fowls and the goats and how we ate free fruit lol( i only knew of buying fruit from the supermarket ) the mangoes n guineps and the pineapples. She was happy i had enjoyed my holiday but she told me she already knew because that is where she was born and raised.
I remembered asking her why would you leave Jamaica for England i couldn’t make sense of it. The land was magical and looked like the garden of eden, a picture i would see in my children’s book of bible stories. I did not tell my mum of Indian, my sister had done this for me lol i remember her shouting out my business lol which i was embarrassed by. Settling back into school was difficult at first as i wished it was jamaica i was going to school and i missed the land and the warmth of sun i always hated the cold as a child even before my visit to Jamaica. The cold always put me in a foul mood but it never bothered my siblings. I always found this strange n i hated break time because i did not want to leave the warmth of the classroom to run around outside in the cold. I was very much afraid of the cold.
Through out my child hood i would visit Jamaica with my parents mostly on summer holidays. I always went along but my siblings opted out as they did not bond with Jamaica the way i had. I was the opposite and loved the nature down to the very smell of the country.
I saw Indian on my visits to Jamaica in my teens. We always rekindled our flame and it burnt brighter every time. My love for him grew and my feelings never changed.
Indian and i became very good friends and we would keep in touch via telephone when i went back to England but of course we were only teens and so we both had our lives to live on two different sides of the world.
I later went on to college and got pregnant in my first year and had a son. Indian left school and became a carpenter.
I was aware of the word duppy which i had learnt on my first trip to JA as a child. My mother had also warned my father not to allow us near her father when we were in jamaica on that very first trip. I later found out as a teenager it was because(what my mother told me)he was a wicked obeah man who practised evil doings.
My cousins used to tell me duppy stories and frighten me half to death but i first knew obeah was no joke when my cousin killed our grandmother in 2004( he chopped off her head) they say he was meddling in obeah and she was a sacrifice. They say demons possessed him and he would chant and read from a book. They say it was raining and he was chanting in the rain and the rain was falling hard but the book was dry as the sahara not one rain drop fell on the book, sounds unreal but these are the encounters of many people. Some say my grandmother was a witch and wrote peoples name on parchment paper. I do not know what is what i can only listen. I do not have any bad memories of my grandmother i loved her dearly and she was very nice to me in the short time i got with her.
Fast forward to 2012 i was bored of England and was also trying to shake off my baby father who was obsessed with me. I decided to pick up n head to Jamaica i had always loved Jamaica and had wanted to school my son there. I wanted my son to grow with culture and substance something i had a problem installing into him in England and i had no help from his Dad. He made things worse. I left and began my new life in Jamaica i had chosen the north coast because i thought my son wouldn’t adapt to country living so easily to my surprise when we finally got up to st Thomas is 2014 he loved and accepted it jus as i had on my first visit there. One day i was living in ochi rios with my then boyfriend and i spountanesouly decided i no longer wanted to stay in my current relationship. Nice man but not my soul mate i didnt feel whole when i was with him. I headed for st Thomas because that is where my family was.
I remembered Indian but i did not expect to see him as i had briefly visited St Thomas in 2012 and was informed that he now resided in Sav la mar. (which is where he was born) he came to st Thomas when he was 10. To my surprise Indian was indeed there and as always the flame was immediately ignited. I remember seeing Indian about an hour after my arrival back in the district i was inside my grandmothers house when i heard him call my cousins name from the yard. Immediately i knew it was indian by voice and went outside to meet him. I was so happy filled with joy again to see my good old friend. I gave him a big hug and he hugged me back. We stood in the yard and got reaqainted again. My son ran around me extremely excited for what i do not know and blurted out to me (mum is he my stepdad) i was so embarrassed that i wanted to just disappear and couldn’t. Indian laughed and told me it was okay perhaps he could see the embarrasment on my face. I ushered my son inside and told him to be quite. He stood on the veranda looking through the grill keenely watching me and Indian talk with the biggest smile i had seen on his face for the longest time. My son wasnt ever really fond of any of my previous friends but managed to blurt out within five minutes of seeing this stranger to me if it was his stepdad( weird right? )
One thing i picked up from very early from talking to Indian was that he was not the way i left him. Something was different but i didn’t know what. People do change but i just brushed it off as the pressures of life had taken its toll on him. To be specific his eyes were unaturally dark almost scary and his behavior was slightly odd.But he was still Indian and i loved him the same.
Indian told me that he wanted to go ahead an start a relationship with me which i agreed to after a little considering. I decided that i did not want to live in the little district i had once loved so much. I had grown up and it was too slow for me there as opposed to Ocho rios where i easily picked up work. I found a small apartment in ochi which i rented in Sep 2014 but i continued to live with Indian until i managed to furnish it suitably enough for us to live in. The apartment was ready in Dec 2014 and we moved in. However the three months i had spent in st Thomas i became more knowledgeable of obeah, things Indian told me about his own personal experiences. I heard the many stories of the demons that walked the district and sometimes terrorised people to the point where they killed themselves or ran away and left there homes. The longer i stayed in the district the more i became aware of the energy that resides there. The spirits that walk there. Still it was early days and i had not felt the full force of them yet and i wouldn’t do so for another year. Indian and i lead a loving happy relationship we did everything together he never left my side only to work in the furniture shop which was in the yard and even then he would check on me every 30 mins as though i were a newborn lol. One thing i also picked up from early on was that no one was happy to see our union. I had put my son into the local primary school and took him into school on the very first day to meet his class teacher and just generally visit the school. After my son had settled into class i made my way back home which wasnt a long walk away. On my journey a man from the district who they called Blaca caught up with me and said(weh yuh ah do wid Indian, yuh nuh kno seh him ah mad man?) i was very annoyed that this man had just refered to my partner as mad. I replied in saying ( i do not know of him to be a mad man, why would you say something like that? ) he replied (him maad man, yuh take care of yuhself babez cah mi wudnt waan nuttin duh yuh) and he broke away as he had reached his destination.
These words went through my head over as i was trying to decide whether i would tell Indian what the man had said. I made the decision not to do so cause i did not want any ruption and i completely dismissed the aligations when i reached the yard gate and was greeted with Indians warm smile. The second person who asked me the same question was another of my cousins who no longer lived in the district anymore but was there that day visiting her child. I was laying down on the bed when my phone rang i answered ( cuz yuh deh yah, mi hear seh yuh up ere, ahh true? ) i confirmed that i was indeed in the district ( cum look fi mi nuh) i agreed and made my way up the road to my cousin. I passed Indian working in the shop and told him i would be back shortly. He ageed and i left. My cousin greeted me with (mi hear seh yuh an Indian ah talk, ah true? ) i confirmed( yuh nuh know seh him ah mad man) once again he had been called mad. Something i had seen no sign of and when i asked her to explain herself futher of why she wud come to this conclusion she replied ( yea him mad fi true.) thats all i got out of her. so far two people had come to me to tell me Indian was mad a behavior which i had not seen before. Word got around that i was having relations with Indian and people where also going to my Aunty and asking her how has she allowed her niece to talk to someone like him. My Aunty told me this. The third person to tell me Indian was a mad man was his father. He called me into the work shop one day and told me that Indian was indeed a mad man and the doctor had confirmed this. He told me that Indian had been dating a girl and she had left him and took the last if his hard earned money and vanished. And this is what caused him to go mad.
This really annoyed me again that someone else had told me he was mad. I finally decided enough was enough and told Indian of the things i had heard. He confirmed that a girl that he was very much in love with had left him simply because he couldn’t provide for her financially the way she wanted and decided to upgrade to a policeman. (Stupid girl i thought) you can have someone who has such a lovely heart a loving person and give it up all for the sake of money. Her loss i thought again and concluded that Indian was infact heartbroken which is why he would act out in some ways i do not agree with but it wasnt mad the man was mad, he was infact broken.
I was really happy in my relationship with Indian and i even began to put on weight which many complemented me on and i only ever put on weight when i am happy or content as they say. I have a slim frame and it is the hardest thing for me to gain weight and the easiest thing for me to lose it.(sucks)
I began thinking about my future with Indian and i asked him many questions some of which were does he have a bank account and how much does he earn. (Now hold on before you start thinking urks…. Gold digger alert) nothing like that. It was now November two months into our relationship and i had seen and watched Indian work extremely hard in his fathers work shop and furniture was delivered almost every other week. Yet i only spent my money, which wasnt a problem but you are working so where is yours i thought. Indian sat down and told me that he hadnt been paid properly for a long time (why not) i protested. His reply was ( yuh see the ppl dem, dem nuh really like paye when time work deliver. Dem eva ah bruk mi fadda foot so ah only sometimes mi caan get a likkle ting) Ah likkle ting like what i said. (Like ah 4 grann or 5 or 6 maybe 7 sometime) he said. With raised brows i said so where is the furniture i saw you work so hard to make. ( it deh ah di ppl dem yaad) DRAW BREAKS! ( like brand new breaks on a Mercedes benz fresh outta di show room) how much does your father charge for these king and queen size bedroom sets you are doing? Indian replied to me from about 80,000Jmd about up to 150,000 jmd depending on the type of board used and what finish they want. I told him straight as i saw it. Your father is a ginal, he is using you to build furniture telling you rubbish and giving you bullshit stories and a little chump change to keep you quiet. He is a slave driver and there are only two of you in that shop except for the carver man. How do you expect to have a future if he doesn’t pay you. Wages are to be split like 60/40 or even 70/30 . I was fuming that Indian actually believed this was okay( i believe his father worked on him tied him to that shop because of great skill that he has) i immediately put a stop to it and told Indian i do not want him back in the shop because he was being treated unfairly and being USED. at 27 years old carpentry is your ownly lively hood and your offered chump change here and there. Indian looked confused and i assured indian that there is no way his father would deliver furniture and not be paid in full because if this was the case you would have a pile of furniture in your shop waiting to be paid for. I could see Indian agreed but i couldn’t contemplate how he couldn’t work this out himself.
I later found out Indian was removed from school at an early age in order to learn the trade so that he didn’t have to pay outsiders. I told Indian what he was doing made no sense. Indian did as i said and never went back in the shop. The father is a greedy man who does not like to pay workers. My influence over Indian made his father dislike me very much and the fact that i had money for the both of our upkeep made it even worse. Once the apartment was furnished we made our way to ochi.
We lived very loving in ochi we got on really well and had no problems. I had transferred my son to a school in the north coast and everything was great. Summer holidays came and Indian decided that he wanted to visit his family. I wasnt too keen but my son also wanted to go as he loved the river and the freedom of playing outdoors which he couldn’t do in Ocho. We rented a car and made our way up to St Thomas. We arrived at about 9 pm that night and all Indians friends and family commented on how he had put on weight and looked good and if he had stopped smoking( we both liked to smoke ganja ocassionally) you look like your coming from foreign they said. The people around him behaved as though they were glad for him but deep down i knew they were full of envy. The mad man stigma had dropped off him and girls who were at the start of our relationship laughing at me for talking to him eyes began to twinkle. He was no longer a mad man any more but instead someone who people began to rate again simply because he now is with a foreign girl and is spending money and he doesnt work. Typical shallow minds. I really didnt like it up there anymore the three months i had spent up there in 2014 let me realise the people watch out your life and pree you and are full of badmind. Before we had left to ochi Indian had told me that his father had told Indian not to go with me to ochi as i would kick him out. I assured indian i would do nothing of the sort so long as he didn’t disrespect me what need would i have to do that. His father was his biggest hater to see that i had taken his son out of that district and was trying to show him a different side of Jamaica where people didn’t behave that way. Where people get up and go to work and mind they own business.
Trying to cut a long long story short we spent about six weeks in st Thomas with indians family(biggest mistake of my life) in this time i found out that i was pregnant which i was really happy about as my first child was almost 10 and Indian had no children as yet. I became really sick as women do when pregnant (morning sickness related) but Indian began to change. His vibe was different his eyes looked different from time to time. I believe something was done to Indian on our return to St Thomas. Still the full force of this power was yet to show itself. We left st Thomas and headed for the north coast because the holidays had come to an end. I had purchased a car during my time in the parish n drove it back home to ochi. The whole trip i felt uneasy as indian had this wicked feel about him he was very snapy and easy to become ignorant. Our lives in ochi had not been the same as it was before. Indian was intolerant of me and my morning sickness and would become ignorant and transform into this character which was very nasty. Im a Leo and i have a firing spirit even in my sickness i was always ready to take him on. The squabbles happened almost every day and indian began to look wild. With this black eye and black energy to go with it. We almost came to blows at times but i did my best to hold myself together and remembered not to display hooligan behavior infront of my son. I was drained and i began to realize that this was not my man it was infact a spirit/demon. I gave up i was drained and tired mentally and physically and still struggling with morning sickness. I decided to take him back to st Thomas as i thought forget you. You don’t deserve me and even though i knew it was un natural what was taking place i still convinced myself that he was just dark and needed a good arse whooping to straighten him. But i was not going to kill myself. My priority was to take care of myself and my unborn child and my son. I arrived in st Thomas about 1 am on an October night. I let Indian off at his home and drove one minute up the road to my grandmothers house.
I explained to my Aunt how i couldn’t stay one more night in the house with Indian because he was really showing himself. And i was not at peace. My Aunt let me stay with her a few days before i could get the strength to go back to my apartment. I was very weak and needed assistance which i was not getting from Indian. As i sat down and gathered my thoughts i knew that someone had tampered in our relationship and was messing with indian. He came to me the next day sorry and begging and pleading for forgiveness which i gave to him but two days later the demon would turn up. Indians Aunty came to Jamaica on a visit from the states and called me aside one day and told me something was wrong with Indian. She said that he had been scienced and that is not him that is not her nephew. I felt so relived that someone else had picked it up. I feel his Dad did but i suspect foul play from his father my spirit just doesnt sit with him. He is a wicked man and his eyes show it too. His Aunty told me how she knew of a healer woman who lived in in a town close by, by the name of miss Knight. She told me i were to bring Indian to her at 7 pm and we would make our way to Miss knight. She warned me not to tell Indian the plan just to bring him along to her home and say your Aunty requests your company to visit her friend. Sure enough i did as i were told and Indian came along without any problem.when we got to miss knight what really shocked me is we didn’t tell her our problem. Upon our arrival to her home we made our way onto her veranda one by one. She greeted us and as Indian put foot on her veranda SHE BURST OUT IN TOUNGUES(shock face) she spoke in toungues and bawl out and move round Indian and said all sorts of things . Indian began to laugh a wicked dark laugh(demon not him) after she came out of her spirit she began dancing and talking to Indian and asking him if him aguh mek dem win. Yuh ah guh mek di duppy dem mek yuh chop people. After she got olive oil and prayed for him and let him drink some with water. She explained to us and said Indian had been to a kumina a long while ago. She said the duppy had seen him and decided that they wanted to take him with them to the other side. She said (dem like di way yuh wine) they like how you dance. but them bright fi waan kill the people them picney, she said. She said it was a spirit that had seen him at a kumina and had followed him ever since. She said that he was to take three baths of which he only took one. It was world war three to get him down there for the one bath. Indian was temporarily calm in spirit and in body but i knew this was not the end of our problems i knew it was bigger than that. She also spinned me around and Indian asked her why and if i was ok to which she said (she ok yes but if yuh caan catch kwaku yuh catch him shirt) catch me they did.
Miss knights prayers kept Indian quiet for a while but indeed they did return and worse than before. Indian began to disregard me completely. Even the sight of me or the sound of my voice sent him into a rage. I was very sickly and had no energy to fight for Indian anymore. I needed proper antenatal care i was anemic weak frail and pregnant. I sold my car and booked me a flight back to England. Indians behavior had gotten so bad i decided not to tell him of my departure i left and his father was glad to see the back of me. Back in England i regrained my strength and began to put on weight almost immediately. I was five months into my pregnancy and and expecting a girl. I ocassionally called Jamaica to check on my baby father i still loved him and i would hear from his father ( yes man him good man) lies of course. I then decided to check in with my Aunty who confirmed my suspicions and told me he was not doing well at all. When i eventually got on the phone to Indian he wud break out into a rage on the phone and talk all sorts if nonsense( demon of course ) i wouldn’t even respond i wud just let him ramble until the credit ran out and the call disconnected. I did my prenatal care all was well with baby and i was happy to be around my family after so long but at nights whlist i lay in my bed i became aware of something that terrified me. These spirit s that miss knight spoke of were at work and i had four months left in my pregnancy and i knew my unborn daughter would be without a father. I thought about my future i was saddened to know that my daughter would be without a Dad and that Indian would never lay eyes on his unborn. I will put it like this. The spirits that attacks Indian had a hard time doing there works in my presence.
He was becoming weak and i had to save him. I did not want him to die. I went to the hospital and got one last ultrasound to makesure all was okay and i booked a flight back to the parish i had left only 6 weeks earlier. Indian had deteriorated and was taking ganja and rum for my absence. He was happy to see me again although i did not go to his home on arrival i spent sometime with a family member and dreamt his father i dreamt he was not happy to see me his face was long like he had recieved bad news. I decided i didn’t care i was there for his son n not him . I ended up having a placenta abruption at 33+4 days (march2016) the nature of my placenta abruption was absurd they found a massive bloodclot that pushed placenta of womb wall this wasn’t spotted on ultrasound i had 10 weeks earlier. I allowed myself to be taken to a hospital that i refused to go to weeks before because of their reputation for medical negligence. I was in a trance and midwives paid no attention to me whlist i had abruption for 14 hours after my baby died inside me i remember waking and speaking at the same time . Something i have never done in my life i uttered the words THAT WAS POWERS. I was in disbelief and asked myself what was it i had just said to the realisation that i was infact awake and i had said what i heard myself say. I was distraught i felt so many ways i cannot explain my ordeal in detail as that is alot of writing. I have since left the district and i am confused. I want to know who murdered my baby. I was meant to die also i know that much but i had an unspeakable divine on my side. I suspect a few people. I cannot explain all my reasons for suspicion right now cause im trying to cut it short. I suspect my Aunty i also suspect indians father and i always wonder if it was anything to do with an ex from indians past or is it the duppies from the kuminas that miss knight said.
I am now married to Indian and have since left that place. I want to move forward with my life without any interference from anyone. I do not trouble people and i do not want to be troubled. Things are better although we are still mourning the death of our daughter i do not want anyone trying me or my family. I want to know if i am still being attacked. Indian also if we need to protect ourselves. I need some advice. I would like to have a child with my husband one day ideally in my mid 30’s but i do not want a repeat of what i went through because of some obsessed spirit or bad minded person. Thank you very much for taking the time to read my story. I eagerly await your response. Regards
í ewé gbígbẹ bá bọ́ lára igi, ó ńkọ́ ewé tútù lọ́gbọ́n ni. /
A dry leaf that falls off a tree serves as a lesson to the fresh ones. Yoruba Proverb!
[Be perceptive; learn from the experiences of others]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…Obara Meji!
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.