June 7, 2017 Obara Meji 28Comment

I had written the part 1 of Generational curses and posted it read here, but prior to that post I had already written this story. I did so in an attempt to show you all one way how this thing can affect a person/families  through their lineage. There are many circumstances, but to write on them all would be too much for me, and also the audience here is slightly non-responsive, mostly preferring to email me instead of dialoguing on the post itself, they may be shy. I had kept it in draft, turned off from posting this second part, but today my daughter brought to my attention someone high profile who is ill, a young man. When I read his story, I realize that what was affecting his health was created from a generational curse. She wanted us to help him, even though we don’t know him and perhaps may never know him because of his celebrity status. After she left my room, I could not concentrate on anything else other than this young man, (having too much compassion can be stressful, and at times it can work against you, sorry to say). It touched me to see what he was going through, I ache for so many who are hurt, sick or sad. I will help him, even from afar and without him knowing us. We are all our brothers keeper, we must help each other. I have dug this discarded post out of draft just for this purpose, to help you all, through story form, of understanding the horror of generational curses and how they impact families. It is real.

Ronald received a call from his sister that her son had just gotten arrested again. This was the third time for the year the boy got in trouble, but why, he was a good behaving boy. He had asked her what was the reason, she had told him she did not know, but he should come with her to the precinct as she was just too tired of all the happenings that had been going on with her children, she sounded so pitiful on the phone. While he got dressed to go he began to wonder why his family had so many problems within it. Although financially life had been ok with him, he had yet to settle down and be happy with his own family.

He had three brothers all one mother and father, Lucricia was the only sister. His three brothers had all died in prison, and only one of them really did commit the act he was accused of and that was Robbie. Robbie was so tired of the life he was living, hardly able to take care of himself, he began hustling in the streets selling crack. The money was fast and plenty, he began messing with some other people who was into all kind of things, when the problem came, they all left him holding the bag of blame. He spent five years in prison before he was killed there, attacked by some gang. He did not want to even think of Jermaine’s and Roger’s case and how they were set up for rape.  Jermaine had hung himself to death and Roger had starved himself, gotten ill and died. It was after that the you lady confessed that she lied on them both, guilt, he guessed. Only he, so far had been able to live some semblance of what is perceived as a normal life. But his family tragedy plagued his mind.

He was the oldest, the first born and even he had his own obstacles (minor everyday ones), but not what he had seen happen to his siblings. Lucricia had two sons and a daughter. All her children and her had a rough go at life, she suffered from depression and anxiety. Her daughter had run away. Faye had become an alcoholic and a drug addict by the time she got to sixteen years old, and there were rumors of her prostituting her self out to older men. Her mother had asked Ronnie to intervene and he had by trying to get her into rehab and some programs, but a few days later the girls had ran away, missing, gone, never heard from again. JonJon her first born was locked up in the psyche ward since he was 14.

He had been given  PCP laced in weed and he had never been the same since. For a while it seemed as if Craig, the one who she just called about would come out different from his siblings, but just recently he too began to have problems with the law. He seemed to attract them, as got locked up for foolish reasons, which most often warranted him being let out at the precinct, never going before a judge, so what was it this time? He was growing tired of this. Lucricia called him for everything, and he didn’t mind being there for her, she was weak minded, she could not handle pressure, but now as he looked his family life over it was filled with tragedy and it seemed to not have a way of ending. Should he be suspicious? His girlfriend has suggested he get a reading done, but he didn’t believe in them things, never the less he had gone with her to get one. “Hocus Pocus foolishness!” his mother use to say, “soothsayers all of them and the Bible speaks against these kind of people, false prophets.”

He wasn’t a religious man, he didn’t even own a bible he chuckled to himself, as he zipped his pants and proceeded to put his belt on. Earlene his aunt would have had a heart attack if she knew he didn’t own a bible, god bless her soul. He sighed as he thought of aunt Earlene and his parents. They had all died together on a Church bus trip coming home from Canada. Everybody in the bus had died that day tragically. The driver had tried to hit the brake and a coffee mug had rolled under it as he careened around a very steep corner. It was tragic, all but one person died. Ronald then had to deal with his cousin, Earlene’s daughter losing bother her legs to diabetes some years later and her son accidentally drowning. So much tragedy!, He shook his head as if to shake off the memory.

He had gone to the psychic or reader, whatever they are called, and while he dressed to go meet Lucricia, he had to sit on the bed for a moment as he remembered the meeting and what this woman Obara Meji told him. Obara Meji, he remembered thinking when he first heard her name, what the hell kind of name was that! Regardless of her name, she had stuck in his mind.

She didn’t look like a psychic, he thought to himself, as she directed him to sit at her table where she had a white candle burning and a crystal bowl of water, along with a piece of paper and pencil. She did the reading at her home which was light, clean and airy. She was Jamaican and looked it, whatever that meant. She had that dancehall queen something about her, she certainly didn’t look like Miss Cleo, weren’t they suppose to look old and motherly? As he thought this she looked up at him and smiled slyly. He wondered if she heard his thoughts, she seemed as if she did, her bold hard stare didn’t help and perhaps he blushed a little under her gaze. Blush?, no, he would never admit it. He had cleared his throat, as if to erase his thoughts. A hint of incense was in the air, a pleasant smell. She was dressed in full white and had a summer fresh scent coming from her.

“What is yuh name and gimme yuh date ah birth”, she commanded in her strong Jamaican accent. He thought “commanded” because there was power to her voice, he wondered why she needed all that, but blurted the information out nevertheless.

“Ronald P.J. Rawlings, October, 12th 1969”, he said almost defiantly, he did not want to be here and was surprised to hear her say. “Yuh can go if yuh want yuh nuh, who force bring yuh come? He was taken a back by this as she stopped writing and looked him square in his face, as if waiting for him to get up and go.

As she looked at him, she felt a slight sadness, humans are still asleep, she shook her head inwardly and sighed audibly.

“Listen to me Ronald”, she began, speaking slowly. “It is ok if you don’t believe, it is fine to be a skeptic, I use to be one also, perhaps  mi still is (a soft chuckle came from her when she said this), a doubtful Thomas as Christian people says, but mi don’t want to read nobody who don’t want to get read. I would rather the person to be relaxed. So mek up yuh mind yuh want to do this”. 

He was surprised at her candor, and secretly appreciated it, and for a moment he experienced a slight shiver within, no shudder not shiver, he was a man after all. He wanted to leave, but she made him curious, no he would stay. She did not try to convince him, rather it seemed as if she would be glad if he chose to leave. “No mam, No one forced me here, I just want to know what is going on in my life and with my family” he stated firmly

She stared at him for another couple of seconds and then began to write something on the paper before her. She now began to speak.

“Ronald, yuh family unda a curse, a generational curse”, she looked up at him as he exclaimed “huh?” and then continued.

Long ago your family from your mothers side were involved in some business it look to me like farming”.

“Yeah, my mother’s family were farmers”, he said.

Your mothers parents were from another country not from America” Obara continued. “Uh huh” Ronald agreed nodding his head, thinking although she did not ask a question, he stopped short of telling her where.

“There was some land dispute between them and some other family members and a big war ensued, it never ended and upon the head of the family’s dying breath he cursed your mothers family, your family has been suffering ever since.” she concluded

All of this was new to Ronald, Generational curse? he thought in his mind. “Wow”, he exclaimed to himself.

He had never thought of this , never even considered the idea and wondered if he should believe this, he quickly cast his eyes on her, wondering if she heard his thought, her face was unreadable. Still yet even she had to realize that this was a little hard to take in. Some bitter person on his dying breath could curse a generation so well that years after people are still being affected? Where was God in all of this? he wondered

He asked her the same questions he was thinking.

Obara Meji looked up at him and smiled sadly, “Ronald, the affairs of man are his own, God knows we are here for lessons, and have given us free will to do as we please. These things have been happening since the beginning of time. There are consequences however, every man knows right from wrong and will reap the benefits of his actions. Some people cannot help their feelings, and revenge and vengeance is very real in the heart and mind of men. Hard as it is to fathom, some curses are just. The cursed really offended the one who cursed him, and so the family will pay for however long.

“Is that the case with my family” he asked

“I frankly don’t know”, she told him, but she did. Through her years of experience, she had learned that not everything must be shared, especially those that would hurt. He was already in a confused state, why burden him.

“Be grateful that you are hearing this, one has to live to tell the tale and also you have a good head, which will lead you to break the curse”, she said. “Probably yuh ah de chosen one” she mumbled not intending for him to hear.

Ronald was brought back to reality by his phone ringing, it was Lucricia. He grabbed his keys and headed to the door. It had been three weeks since he saw Obara, he thought as he drove out of his drive way. The information was too much to bear, he had tried to push it from his mind. Yet here he was heading to the station again. Perhaps she is right, he thought. Perhaps this really is a curse, a spiritual plague hunting his family, or what’s left of it, he sighed as he signaled a turn.

 

Here is hoping you have some understanding of what I am trying to convey in this story.

All characters except for me, Obara (Dance hall Queen) Meji, are a fiction of my imagination.

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Vikki
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Hi Obara/

Your sentiments have a direct connection with the Bible’s sayings, ” a curse without cause cannot stand” as you say, if one is innocent/ the curses meted out can really fall back on the one who threw it in the first place.

The Bible also talks about verbal blessings/ cursing/ where a person in authority/ mother/ father, can curse or bless a child/ or curse them. Look at Jacob and Esau/ Jacob stole the blessings from his brother/ deceived his father/ these verbal curses were so coveted in those earlier days.

True story/ years ago, back in Jamaica, this man curse his mother every day ( Obara maybe this young man was set up to treat his mom badly) he went as far as called her “this old woman” This poor lady could not take it anymore/ and she said to him, ” you calling me old?” You will never live to see 40″ a couple days before the young man’s 40th birthday/ he died.

I have noticed so many patterns in my own family/ and I stay on my knees, that it will never cross my door/ or that of my children/ my daughter was the first one in family to go college/ then myself/ now have grad/ undergrad/ looking to complete my phd/ it is like I know/ what would happen and because of that I fight/ even harder.

Well written/ spoken Obara, we your people might not always respond to your posts/ but believe me/ I read every single one/ as a writer myself/ words come easy/ but it is difficult to write a blog of this magnitude/ the research alone that you put in/ is just amazing.

We do not tell you enough/ but we really appreciate you/ you are saving lives/ bringing hope to the hopeless/ this is your calling/ you can run from it Obara.

God bless

Vikki
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I meant to say/ you cannot run from your calling Obara.

SA-FO
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Allo Allo, Meji check one two. u deh deh??

KTB
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O okay his head is strong enough to break it but was there no other family member to assist. Like would it take more than one head if the generational curse was more powerful? I am ememberibg that everything happens when it must so I guess others had to perish before the curse could be revealed or broken. But why is that? Look how tragedy nearly take out all their family members.

KTB
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hi Obara just that simple a whole family lineage is cursed? Im thibking it is because the offense they caused was just and fair so the universe allowed it? How can these generational curses be broken by the ones who were not even alive to know or be involved it the offense?
O I called you but cant get through. Just checking in….

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Hailings Teach and ES family.

My honest opinion, People nowadays just think when bad things happen to them its meant for them. Too many of us just accept it or are too afraid to do something about it. That’s why people continue to make the generational curse dictate their life and keep the cycle going.

On a real though teach, has anyone ever defeat their generational curse and manage to stay stable until the cycle reoccur?
Suppose someone suspect this and mentioned/suggested this to their family members who in turn starts to cow down that person about things like this and put skepticism, doubt and fear in their mind. Then you start to notice the person who strongly believe this is true constantly start to snap and lash out on every loved family member. Its like that person is filled with so much hatred and violence. Then after deep thinking the person start to wonder if the generational curse came from both parents side.
Suppose a family member who was selfish, spiteful, dictator and egotistical lived with you and was dying and during that moment other members of the household would pass that person bedroom door not knowing what was happening because everyone was too busy to check on the sick member. Everyone who lived there as time pass only crosses reached them but those crosses are the type and ones which prey on destroying the family. Could that person who died set a curse as each member ddisplay at least 1 of that person hated traits. Its crazy though how that family keeps on defeating the odds against them.

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Hi Obara,

So since he maybe the ‘chosen one’ to possible break this generational curse, what can he do to help his sister and her kids? I can’t believe that with all the tragedies that were happening over the years with relatives nobody questioned or wondered because of their limited beliefs. Like you’ve always said when the normal become abnormal… This leads one to question what the heck is going on?!?! Anyway, I do hope that after assisting his sister that he seeked help from Obara Meji! Even though in this story she maybe fictional… Sounds like a powerful woman! ☺️ Back to my question though what can he do to help break this curse? Even though his life had ups and downs why was it not as severe or intense as is family?

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Uhm Teach, how is your book coming along? Love how you write you see. Anyway…

I must admit that Generational curses do not move me a whole bunch. I think that during the many mishaps and ugly circumstances that happen in our lives , we are way too quick to jump up and bawl out “generational curse.” Coming from the church and a christian background, I hear it all the time and it irritates me so much. Almost 7 billion people on this big, green earth…everybody nuh bound fi have curse inna dem family doe? I mean every single human being. I don’t believe ANY bloodline is pure. None at all so it’s deeper than that. How deep, I don’t know – because as yuh seh – we are very limited in understanding of what we can’t see.

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Hi Ms. Obara,

Very insightful.

In order to go forward, one must know their past for healing and growth to take place.

You are awesome!!

Stay blessed

Aisha
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Obara you’re such a gifted storyteller. If it’s one thing I’ve learned on this blog, it’s that our life does not just belong to us. We are affected by so many seen and unseen forces, from Egbe, to Obeah, to generational curses, wayward spirits, etc. It can be very overwhelming to contemplate at times.

I keep reminding myself that the keys are being present in your life and seeking divination on a regular basis. I did not suffer as much as my mother because of spiritual knowledge that she gained, and my children’s lives will be better than mine!

Intellectual Bhutu
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This sounds so real, mi rate yuh bad! However, the “writer” was a bit biased in the impressive description of the reader woman though…lol

It’s easy for persons to overlook generational curses, as sometimes it appears as sickness and the doctors describe it as being hereditary. The family can also be affected career wise or pitni dem jus cya pass exam etc. If only we would wake up.

Questions

The reader ooman diagnosed the situation but what about di treatment?
Why she never tell him what to do or do something to stop it? It cya jus a guh suh.

Why didn’t the curse affect him, was it his Ori? What are some typical reasons for curses affecting some members of the family and not others?

Will a curse transfer through marriage?

As soon as mi find a good nice man, mi a carry him fi a read up cause mi nah seh I do to nuh crosses!

Aisha
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Aisha

Excellent questions!

Intellectual Bhutu
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Generational curse work different from Obeah?

MTH
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Thanks Teach, for me I now fully understand how these things work. The story of Killfuss really made me understand how obeah worked. Mi sey yuwaan shi how mi dey yah a laugh bout the Dancehall Queen reference. Teach yu good pan di story telling, you are gifted. Its stories like these ones that made me truly understand. Land war cause a curse to be pronounced upon a family. The wicked person pan dem death bed knew what they were doing. Sound, word power. Dats why, mi nuh have nuh time fi a entangle wid nuh bady cause mi wi fight till mi dead, but mi nuh waan nutten reach mi pickney dem.

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Wonderful read Mama Obara! This is a topic I’ve always given thought to in regards to my own family and an ex-lover of mine…”the sins of the father will pass on to the children” is one of dem quotes that come to mind. The chosen one to break the curse makes sense because like everything in life, balance is required.

Me ah wait fah di next part, hear?

Love,
Ihla

MTH
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Morning Teach & SeaQueen. Mi nuh read a line nor a letter in this post yet but mi come greet unno first. Just a come from street an nuh ask if di sun nuh tun right up. Mi a guh jump roun an come back. Unno nuh badda guh nuh wey enno. Mi soon come back.

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Good morning mus and Es family. You start with the story telling in the am?? Come distract MI from MI work lol. As soon as you said the reader wOman look like a DHQ I dwl thinking the character was most definitely you lol….nice one, short and sweet. I wonder all the time if my family is under a generational curse. Any who, let me get back to work. Love and light my dears!

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