Hello brothers and sisters, welcome to another episode here on Wild African Confessions Blog.
In this episode, we have a story from one of our listeners who wants to share with us her story.
Sometimes, there are stories and confessions that you hear and you will be wondering how can that be possible. But then, it will be right playing in your face as if it is not even true.
In this very story, our sister tells us about her encounter with the dark spirits of her family and how she made a pact with the dark spirit for her to become the queen mother of her town.
There is more in this captivating story that she shares with us, including the kind of life and the things she has done when she succeeded in becoming the queen mother of her hometown.
As part of our policy, I’ve edited the names to hide the identity. Without wasting much of your time, let’s go and listen to the story.
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Like I always say, these are not just stories for stories’ sake. They’re meant for us not to make the mistakes our brothers and sisters are making. That’s why we share these stories with you.
Let us please be vigilant of some of these things we go about involving ourselves in all in the name of customs and rites.
As African people, I understand there are several traditional rites that we have in different parts of our continent.
Note this for me:
But please my brothers and sisters, I am not here to condemn anybody’s traditions and culture, or even customs.
But all I want to touch on is that when we want to be part of these things, we should first do a little bit of a background search into what that thing means, what it does, and even its consequences after going through with some of those things.
Because it is not only the pastors that go about lying to people and doing all sorts of evil and negative things. Our very own African traditional leaders are also doing the same and thereby leading people into spaces and places they do not wish to be by their own conscience.
I pray that we learn from some of these stories and live a better life. If not for anything at all, it pays to live a decent and better life.
Let’s all try and do the little that we can, and ask the creator to bless our handiwork. Please, let’s be mindful of the choices that we make.
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The Queen Mother’s Journey Begins
Hello brother, I thank you and your listeners for the opportunity to share with you my life story. It is not something that I am proud of, and I am not telling this story because I want sympathy.
I really want people to be aware of what really goes on in the dark space of our very existence.
I wanted to tell you about my journey into becoming the queen mother and maybe use my story as a learning tool for my fellow brothers and sisters out there who might be listening to me.
I have a college degree and I never thought for once that a day would come when I would become like what I have just become and share this story with you.
Being Chosen to Become the Queen Mother
Growing up and going to school, I knew that I was a royal and could ascend the throne as the queen of my hometown because I am a direct bloodline.
So, after my service, I was called into the palace by the elders and the chief of my hometown for a meeting. They called me together with my family heads and everybody that matters in the kingship and queenship issues.
During that time, I was told not to engage in any work or activities since I had been chosen by my elders to become the next queen mother of the town.
The queen’s stool had been vacant for so many years and no one had been given the mandate by the kingmakers to sit on it.
This was great news for me, and my whole family was happy for me, except for one woman who happened to be older and was told she was the younger sister to my grandmother.
She called me and had a short discussion with me about how she wishes I would not ascend that queen’s stool. She said that there were things I would be doing, and judging from what and how she sees me, I wasn’t ready and could not do such things.
And when I sit on that stool and decide not to go ahead with some of the things that will be presented to me, I stand the chance of going mad or even dying.
I thanked her and left her house. All this while, I thought she just didn’t want me to become the queen mother, and that is why she was trying so hard to get me to a point where I would say no to the elders.
In my thinking, she wanted the position for her daughter or granddaughter or something like that. Little did I know that at a point, she was supposed to even be the queen mother but rejected the idea of her becoming the queen mother.
The Mysterious Rejection of the Queen Mother Position
What would warrant her to reject such a noble and dignified position as the queen mother? These are questions I never got answers to, and no one seemed to tell me anything.
The Ceremony to Crown Me as Queen Mother
The time came and the necessary rites and customs were done and performed to crown me as the queen mother of my hometown. The rites were done in bites, each day with the things that would be done for me.
The Black Pot and Its Significance
Before I was brought out to the general public to see me for the first time as the queen mother, there was this black pot that was handed over to me as a present. This pot was said to possess power and was passed down through generations.
The Rituals Performed on Me
That very night, the black pot was brought to my room by the elders and the chief priest, and they told me to wash my face with the water from it and drink some of it.
Wearing the Ancient Ring
The chief priest gave me an ancient ring from the pot to wear, and as soon as I put it on, I felt an overwhelming sense of power over everyone.
The First Night as Queen Mother
After the rituals, when I went to sleep that night, I experienced a strange feeling as though my spirit was leaving my body.
My Grandmother’s Warning
The next morning, I visited my grandmother who had previously warned me against becoming the queen mother. She was in tears when she saw me and explained that it was too late for her to stop me now.
Seeking Answers About the Queen Mother’s Stool
I continued to seek answers from my family, especially from my grandmother, but she remained silent and would not tell me what was hidden about the stool.
My Spiritual Experience: The Dream
That night, I experienced another intense dream where my spirit left my body. I was met by an old woman who introduced herself as the first queen mother of my hometown.
A Message From the First Queen Mother
The first queen mother explained the significance of my role and what would happen in the coming days as I assumed the title.
A Message of Guidance and Protection
The old woman who appeared to me explained that she was there to guide and protect me. She wanted to show me that she would always be by my side, helping me through my journey.
The Spirit Realm and the Queen Mother’s Role
She then took me to a place where people were gathered, and as I walked past, they all bowed to both me and the old woman. She sat on a large queen mother’s stool, and I was asked to sit on a smaller one.
Becoming a Queen in the Spirit Realm
The old woman told me that by accepting the role of queen mother, I had also agreed to become a queen in the spirit realm. In this realm, they have the power to make or unmake anyone.
The Spirit Realm’s Influence Over Me
I asked her what this meant, and she explained that after my first meeting, my spirit would return on its own at every future meeting, without her needing to call me.
Returning to the Physical World
After the spiritual encounter, she escorted me to a gate, and as soon as I touched the door, I found myself back in the physical world.
The Coronation Day and Its Strange Familiarity
On the day of my coronation, the events unfolded exactly as I had seen in my spiritual experience, almost as though I had watched it happen in a movie before it occurred