Those My Mom's Four Eyes...
You may not have heard it before, but my mom had four eyes!
I never imagined that someone could claim to have four eyes, but my mother told me that.
However, I belonged to a generation of children that did not dare to ask their parents questions. The situation was even more problematic if the topic was contentious. As a result, I was forced to keep my mouth shut and observe.
To me, it all seemed strange. How and why could that be? Especially when I realized she had two eyes just like me.
I kept it to myself since I couldn’t understand it and didn’t discuss it with anyone else.
One day, my mother saw something, should I say invisible, because I didn’t see anything! Yes, I believe that should be the correct term for anything you cannot see or feel physically.
When the Invisible Appeared
My mom shouted, but in a low and consistent voice: “Wow, look at that woman walking on her head!” And I watched closely to get a glimpse of what my mom was seeing and saying.
Unfortunately, I could not see anything but rely on what my mother was seeing and reporting (for sure, that report was not for me).
I was just lucky to be nearby. There is no way that could be a topic of conversation between my mom and me; first, she might not want me to get scared and possibly shit in my pants.
Second, in our African culture, primarily in my generation, parents were not open to discussion with their children. Because I didn’t understand what she said, analyzing the whole thing, I didn’t take anything she said seriously until much later in my life.
Satan and His Angels Are Right Here on Earth
When I became of age and started putting two plus two together and connecting the dots, I realized there is much more stuff in this world than what we know and perceive.
No wonder the Bible records in Psalms 91:1- 5 that you should not fear the terror of night (that’s understandable because it’s night).
It continues, not the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness (this again is understandable because it’s in darkness), not the plague that destroys at midday.
Wait a minute, does it mean that arrows fly daily, and plagues destroy at noon, too? Well, that’s scary! We live in a world where our eyes are open, yet we cannot see for unknown reasons.
Why should I not believe in these strange and unseen forces that co-abide with us? Years back, yet in Africa, I suddenly saw scars on my two hands (for sure, that is a witchcraft practice) and somewhat bleeding!
Don’t ask me if it was a black or white witch- none of them is good since they both belong to evil forces. I was shocked beyond belief, and my friends asked me, too, what was the matter when they saw the scars on my hand.
I was just short of words. But between fear of the unknown and reposing on my maker for protection, I became stable and wholly entrusted my case to that highest being above who see
I have no option but to conclude that Satan is real, the devil is real, spirits are real, and all are here on earth with us. I now realize that many of us need a god, a higher power, to protect us.
And for me, who else can save me better than the Almighty God who knew me by name from my mother’s womb?
He has the mercy, love, and compassion to still protect me against the giants and lions of this world.
May His Mighty Presence abide with everyone. Amen!