THE CHURCH ELDER WITCH DOCTOR

mmmm, slowly were the morning to sun set, from this day to the next it was like 14 generations. I desired to view the dawn, but it were too far from me. my eyes! my liquid eyes! Tearless yet crying eyes.

Terrified and quiet

imploring for grace and mercy

I could not move

it was getting worse daily, truly death was much better than to live, to rest inside the graveyard were my desire. My mother came closer to me, I could read her love toward me. She said, " There is an elder from our church SDA in Mutondo who knew the African medicine for your disease, he will surely help you to be healed." I gazed straight to her, she knew I could not accept anything to do with the witch doctor, so she made a plan to lie to me that I should accept the offer of medicine for the sake of the church elder. The love of any mother can go such far for the sake of children safety. Even if I knew that she lied to me the only word which came from my mouth were, "ima namilata" meaning mother I love you.

After some few days, my sickness got worse than ever. I became harmful to all the people around me and the community, madness was the theme month on all the lips of those who visited me. They whispered Enock is getting mad, who is killing this goodly boy. I remember chasing my father with an axe to kill him, I not sure why I hated my biological father in that year of agony. After that they tied my legs in the wooden stock so that I may not move. I cried day and night as I was fastened in wooden stock.

At last the elder witch doctor Mr Kazungo came and he introduced himself to me and gave me some bitter African medicine to drink. Whenever I were made to drink such medicine, I vomited and my bowels were emptied in a form of liquid. I was told that vomiting helped me to get rid of any poison which the witches made me to drink during the night of the year 1998 to destroy me. The witch doctor mentioned the witch who did this to me, but I agreed less, because in the future God will reveal to me the real witch. The witch doctor covered for those witch doctor as per agreement they made but the hand of God used the same doctor to cure me for His name sake.

As I were getting better daily, Mr. Kazungo told my parents to go with him to his home land and stay with him until I will be permanently healed. My parents agreed to such decision, it was much better for us to stay far away from the altar of whichcraft that big 🌲, tree. So me and my mother moved to Sulukutu the homeland of the witch doctor.