The deliverance
It all began when my colleague and I called Prophetess Florance Majachani in the morning pretending to be a couple and told her that I had miscarried twice. We said we were trying for the third time and we were scared I might miscarry again. We then booked a deliverance session for Tuesday, 12 November.
We went to Pastor Bhero’s house in Emganwini for the deliverance session. As we entered the house of deliverance we wore our hearts on our sleeves. We were afraid of being caught in the spirit.
In the house were four ladies and one male. Among these people were Pastor Bhero, Mrs Bhero, Prophetess Majachana and two apostles.
We were immediately given pre-marital counselling, by Prophetess Florance. She went on to give me a prophecy saying that I would go to South Africa to see a gynaecologist who would operate on me, but this would cause me to have another miscarriage. Then she said I could avoid all this by coming for a proper delivery session.
So we proceeded to set an appointment for the following week. We left the house relieved. We were happy we had managed to escape without them noticing that we weren’t a couple, but just colleagues.
When we went back on Tuesday, 19 November, Pastor Bhero told us he could not attend to us because we were late for the appointment.
“We deal with time. If you are late like this there is nothing we can do because before long you will be saying you now want to go back. These deliverances take time,” he said.
We had to apologise and assure him that we had all the time on that day. He then let us in.
Upon entering the house we noticed Mrs Bhero and Prophetess Florance seated on chairs. There were two new faces in the house but we were not introduced to them. Seven people sat down to deliver me and my colleague.
Before the deliverance, I lied and told them that I had been having nightmares. I said I usually see myself at the graveyards, in a dark place, and that in the dream I will be running. To my amazement Pastor Bhero said he had already seen in the spirit that I was having nightmares!
Then the prayers started.
In between prayers, they would break and tell us that we had to put our senses aside so that we would manifest. They also told us that while praying we should say fire/moto to whatever was attacking my womb.
During one of the breaks, Mrs Bhero closed her eyes. She prophesied on us while her husband wrote everything she said in a notebook.
“She has a spiritual husband, there is a spirit of witchcraft that was placed on her. Her husband has a spirit of anti-marriage. They have to be delivered. Pray for them. Touch their stomachs and make sure she vomits, as for the man whatever happens will be enough for him. We will do the work on Tuesday,” she said.
We were perplexed as we wondered what they meant by saying “we will do the work on Tuesday”. Mrs Bhero and one lady took water from the fridge, went to a different room and perhaps made a concoction because the smell of vinegar wafted into the room. We thought probably the work to be done on Tuesday had something to do with what the two women were doing in private.
Meanwhile, I wondered how I was to go on with the act. I certainly couldn’t force myself to throw up because I hadn’t even eaten anything for the day. But I knew I had to manifest so that we could be released.
Back to the deliverance session.
We were instructed to hold hands with my ‘husband’. Hands were laid on us and we were dragged in all directions such that we lost grip of each other.
In a bid to cut the act short, my colleague instantly fell to the floor the moment Pastor Bhero laid his hands on him and he started shaking uncontrollably. Prophetess Florance instantly left me and joined Pastor Bhero in casting out the ‘demon’ in my colleague. My colleague pretended to have manifested and I heard him say ‘Sengihamba, Angisaphindi futhi’. That is when he was released and their focus turned back to me.
My deliverance session was gruesome as they hit me with open hands on my stomach, my back and my head. I felt a bit hazy because all of them were screaming directly to my ears saying moto. The pains they had inflicted on me led me to scream, groan, and cry. The more I did that the more they assumed the spirit was manifesting and the more they hit me with force. They seemed to believe they were beating the demon.
Due to my crying, saliva started drooling out of my mouth and I thought that would be equated to throwing up, so probably I would be released. But to them that was not enough. The ‘evil spirit’ in me had to talk, apologise and go.
“Look she is now sitting like a man with her legs up,” said one of the ladies who thought their prayers were really working when I was just trying to balance and protect myself from the beatings.
In between the beatings, I genuinely asked for water but they refused because they thought it was the ‘spirit’ burning up.
Fearing for my life I gathered up courage and started saying all sorts of things that made sense at the time for them to believe they were really delivering me. I just had to save myself from the torture. Finally they said the ‘spirit’ had left and they let go of me.
My body was sore from the beatings they had inflicted on me, but I had been ‘delivered’ and had to act strong again.
