JUJU LOVE

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Today I had a very interesting discussion with my colleagues, one of those discussions that are not unfamiliar but never fails to rile me or get me so mad. Of course I try to believe that indeed principalities exist and the world is filled with dark powers ( Nollywood, books and village stories) but come oooonnnn, you are likely to get affected by things you expose yourself to.  

Close of business gist led to the story of how I met someone cool sometime ago, things were going fine and smooth, but then I took the next available flight when he mentioned the church he attends. I wouldn’t say I don’t discriminate, of course, we unconsciously learn how to avoid things we may have no power over. Funny, my colleagues felt if he wanted me, he would have had me by all means because of his church.

What? Like juju love or jazz love right? I was so mad that they think this things could work on certain people who intentionally avoid trouble or means of giving opportunities for demons to breed. So I avoid this guy, ignore his calls and decline every invitation to hang out and then jazz from one church would make me fall ‘headlessly’ in love, then follow the guy like a dummy, notwithstanding advise from family and friends. Story, when the guy is not hard currency. 😛

Of course I believe in voodoo/fetish/jazz infatuation but I will never accept that it affects those who never expose themselves to the chances of being hypnotized. To both the waka about gender and the ladies. ðŸĪŠ

What about the day the victim finally sees the light, once the scale of jazz love disappears? Humans rarely consider the aftermath effect of their selfish desires but then they also know how to play god. You shouldn’t give anyone the opportunity to turn you to goat biko, avoid destiny sealed love by knowing when to Japa, when to leave the money, when to listen to your inner mind.

The jazz thing is not peculiar to a church, as we have people boldly influencing this on social media and inviting you to spiritual homes. Suddenly, one man you think is reasonable starts following a small lady who controls even the air he breaths, or one sweet lady following one guy I find difficult to describe.

Anyways, jazz will never kukuma work on me like my Father says but then I cannot and will not look for who will test run it on me.

So I believe it happens but I try not to imagine the possibility of close victims. Do you believe? What will you do after reality dawns on you? Then imagine if your partner hypnotized you?

Comments

  1. MichaelMay 11, 2021 at 12:40 AM

    lol, even the Bible advises to flee from all forms of unrighteousness. When it comes to churches i strongly discriminate.

    I've not experienced it personally but the testimonies of others is enough to believe it exists

    I cringe just thinking about it. That person will need serious therapy to get over it, not me sha

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  2. ChikezieMay 13, 2021 at 2:03 PM

    Love is a strong charm in itself.

    You were charmed by it when you met your partner, which led to your decision to be with him the rest of your life.

    Funny enough, you're still under that spell lol

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  3. Onyinyechukwu OkolieAugust 17, 2021 at 8:50 PM

    My sister when it comes to spiritual things discrimination is allowed.

    The bible says do not be unequally yoked.

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