The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Part 3

The passing away of Makhosi was an unexpected storm in my life. Gone she was, just like that! She was old and passed way and left with me with too many questions. If it wanst for her I don't think I would be where I am in life. She helped me alot. And prayers helped too.

When Makhosi told me about the two women's she never mentioned their names to me, she only described them. Makhosi was supposed to come clean my room as she told me that the reason I don't sleep at night is because of what they've placed in my room. She told me she need to come clean otherwise I wouldn't find peace at all. I mean I used to pray every day but all stood still. Peace was never there at home.

I remember one night I went to bed. I actually prayed before sleeping, that's what I did everyday. I heard sounds in my room the moment I closed my eyes. I could hear someone opening the door and actually trying to push it open but couldn't. The person kept on pushing the door but couldn't enter. I woke up and switched on the light opened the door and checked weather the window was opened or what. But it was closed

I switched off the light again and went to sleep, but now the sound came from both the door and the wardrobe. It sounded like, someone was trying to push them open but they couldn't. I kept on doing the same thing, switching on the light whenever I heard the sound and that night I slept late, doing the same thing over and over again.

Who was trying to enter, what did they want and why couldn't they enter? I thought maybe I was protected by my prayer and am lucky the door didn't open at all. Things were not going well as planned. I used to write my examination at my mother's friend's house. Home didn't allow me to write in terms of network. I felt like I was cursed!

Than I remembered that I was told that I have a calling, but at home we kinda ignored that. Because I am busy with school. I thought maybe all that bad things happening was because of ancestral punishment. But I kept on praying even though it seemed like am wasting my time, because nothing changed.

While we are there I felt a bit guilty about the death of Makhosi. I mean she told me that iyanga yomsothu was very powerful very strong, allow me to say stronger than her. She helped me fight that iyanga and we won in a way. What if it was him? Or was Makhosi sick? What happened to Makhosi?

To be continued....