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TESTIMONY OF BIENVENU MEGNANOU
(Updated on 01 01 2024)
Before
reading
this testimony, we encourage you to read the important warning that we
have
made concerning testimonies. This warning entitled "Warning
Testimonies" can be found on the website www.mcreveil.org.
Dear
brothers and dear friends, we want to share with you this excerpt
from the testimony of Megnanou Bienvenu who was born a sorcerer, served
satan
for many years, before he met Jesus Christ. This testimony confirms the teachings on "Spiritual
Warfare"
and on "Discernment"
that we have already studied. We urge you to read
this testimony, as well as these two teachings, if you have not read
them yet.
They are very rich. You will find them on the website www.mcreveil.org.
Bienvenu
is from Decamé, in southern
Benin, 55 km from Cotonou. It is in this country that Ouidah is
located, the
world headquarters of voodoo (vaudoun is its real name). It was there
that the
International Voodoo Festival was celebrated in February 1993 for seven
days.
It is from this city that voodoo spread all over America (and
throughout the
world). Decamé is considered to be the headquarters of witchcraft among
the
villages in the district of Ouidah just 22 km away. The village is
located at
the edge of a large lagoon of 15 km wide and 80 km long. It is also
surrounded
by a large forest divided into two parts, the second of which is
reserved for
agriculture, while the first part is reserved for late-night witchcraft
practices. It is the meeting place of all the sorcerers of the village
and even
of the region.
There
are large trees (iroko, baobab
and the like) on which the sorcerers install all their diabolical
armaments.
When these trees fall due to a strong wind or rain, things like kitchen
utensils, human skulls and more are found in their hollow trunks. But
sorcerers
also plant trees in the village which they use for their own profit.
The same
objects are also found in those trees when they are cut. In fact, these
trees
are inhabited by sorcerers. The dead are buried in huts, in houses or
in the
courtyards. Until today, the village has no cemetery. In the
courtyards, hoes
are arranged on the tombs. People sleep on tombs unbothered. This
situation
makes the inhabitants of the village constantly possessed, inhabited by
the
spirits of death. The village of Decamé is divided into three districts:
The
first quarter worships a fetish
based on two albinos, a woman and a man, buried alive in a big hole by
the
leaders of the said fetish. This fetish provides protection for this
neighbourhood. It is considered to
be the support of senior
managers. Any
leader who manages to find a job with the help of this fetish must
thank him
with a sheep, red oil, a bottle of gin, two litres of koutoukou (local
alcoholic liquor of over 80°) and at least 50 000 FCFA. Every year this
fetish
demands the sacrifice of a child, a human being.
The
second quarter worships another
fetish based on 41 human
heads placed in a big
hole. Its name is
Zangbetô - Zangbetôh is broken down as follows: Zan = night, Gbetôh =
fetish.
So it's a night fetish. On the day of the Zangbetôh dance and miracle
ceremony,
the wearer
of the mask,
following the pronunciation of incantatory words, transforms into
either a
caiman, a hen and its chicks, or some
other forms. Then he
becomes a man
again. He participates in the promotion of senior
managers who
adore him. But those who resort to his help end up badly.
The
third quarter is linked to a
fetish built on a pregnant woman who was slaughtered in a big hole. Its
followers go into a trance. On the day of the ceremony, they engage in
terrible
acts. This is an occasion where blood is shed in abundance: some can
make cuts
on their body with a knife. They can bang their heads against a brick
wall, and
so on. This fetish is supposed to help villagers and senior managers
who put
their trust in it.
Decamé
has another dangerous fetish
called Hèviosso or thunder. Its role is the destruction of thieves.
When an
object is stolen and the leaders of the said fetish are solicited, they
implore
thunder that will lead to the unveiling of the thief. The fetish acts
during a
torrential rainfall to strike the culprit. After the thief's funeral,
the body
is unearthed regardless of its state of decomposition. The leader of
the fetish
cuts the body with a knife, takes the head and keeps it in the fetish
house. On
the day of the fetish worship, he comes out with 16 skulls of his
victims
around his waist. This is his title of glory. This is proof that his
fetish is
powerful, that he has killed many criminals. Thus, satan gives his
approval by
punishing the culprit. My village is victim of a real demonic
possession. In
Décamé, 90% of children, young people, and leaders are deeply involved
in
witchcraft. What about my family environment?
Paternal
great grandfather:
He was the greatest sorcerer
in the region.
He was born a sorcerer, in the first part of the forest. He is the one
who
imported the family fetish (wloivaudou) from another region of Benin.
He used
to inject people with diseases. He could turn into a wasp to destroy an
entire
village in case of dispute between two villages, inoculating a deadly
poison with
its bites. He
remained a sorcerer until his death.
Paternal
grandfather:
He succeeded his father in
the same witchcraft practices. In the army, he would turn into a fly on
the
battlefield. Because of this, he was promoted. But later, he was
poisoned by
one of his wives. He died a sorcerer.
Father:
Megnanou Tchanon (Tchanon is a fetish
name) spent seven years in a "convent", on the initiative of his
father, to be initiated into witchcraft in order to become the leader
of
sorcerers. He needed that, although he was born a sorcerer.
When he left the convent,
he was appointed the head fetishist of the family. He communicated with
demons.
Note that the family had a house of fetishes that it nurtured. It is in
this
house that the convent is located. The
family fetish, the
wloivaudou, had many
followers. After every 3 months, a young girl or boy is kidnapped from
one of
the member families to be trained in the convent. After three years,
these
young people go out and become followers of the fetish. My father had
to
deliver nine of his children (2 girls, 7 boys) to the convent. It must
be said
that these children die of a brief
illness. Moreover,
he himself died a
sorcerer, after a brief
illness, on May 26, 1996, after
having repeatedly refused to
accept Jesus Christ.
Maternal
great grandmother:
She was a great witch. She
would kill people, and on the day of the funeral, she would come to
sympathise
with the grief of the grieving family. She died a witch after
bequeathing the
inheritance to our grandmother.
Maternal
grandmother:
Sorceress too, follower of
the thunder fetish (Hêviosso). She engaged in the same witchcraft
practices as
her husband. She died a witch. It should be noted that all these
sorcerers went
to church.
Mother:
She is still alive. May God save her!
When
my mother was pregnant with me,
she was confronted with a difficult situation. After the usual nine
months, she
still did not give birth to me. So she went to consult a marabout. The
answer
was terrible: I had to be given birth to after 14 months of pregnancy,
in
accordance with the wishes of my great-grandfather who was already
dead. This
is what happened. After 14 months, my mother gave birth to me at 1 am,
on the
grave of the latter. When I was born, I had two teeth in my mouth. To
be born
on a grave, allows the newborn baby, according to our beliefs, to have
the
power of the deceased. Also, according to my parents, I was to inherit
this
grandfather’s powers. At the age of five, I was not walking yet. I
started
walking when I was six. I was then enrolled in primary one. One night,
my
father took me to the forest, cut his skin and mine, collected our
blood in the
same glass and we drank the two mixed bloods. This was the blood pact.
When he
had to consult a client, he would wait for me to come home from school
before
starting work. He always wanted me to attend all sessions. This is how
he
introduced me to the different practices of witchcraft.
In
primary school, when the teacher
was preparing his exam, I would transform into a fly around 1 or 2am to
go and
see the exam paper. I did this until the final year of primary
education. Thus,
I easily succeeded in school without having to study. This is how I got
into
secondary school. In college, I used to bewitch teachers by causing
headaches
and stomach pains when I got poor grades - by poor grade, I mean 12/20.
Once,
the teacher had to go to a marabout to find out the cause of his pain.
After
consultation, he was told that he had offended one of his students. He
made
this revelation because marabouts, witchdoctors, sorcerers and others
communicate by telepathy. Later, the demons inspired the teacher to
know who he
was talking about. So he came to me to ask for forgiveness. And I
demanded that
he rectify my marks by giving me 19/20. At about 1am, I invoked the
spirits
with incantatory words for him to obtain healing.
I
also bewitched my classmates (those
who were the brightest) either with chronic headaches or with stomach
aches in
order to hinder them from doing their homework. This happens in
schools, at the
university, without the knowledge of teachers, many students and
pupils. This
is one of the causes of school failures. At that time, Benin was shaken
by
political upheavals that affected schools. Students did not progress
regularly.
So, I decided to join my father who was already settled in Ivory Coast.
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Installation, equipment and consultations
Some
moments after arriving in Ivory
Coast, I was lodged by a personality of this country (director of the
cabinet
of a minister) in the commune of Abobo. He had lodged me in a big villa
because
I was his protector. Later, my host became a minister, by my care. But
not for
long. Because, as we will see later, the power of satan does not go
far. It is
for this reason that many of the authorities who have benefited from my
care
have died, others are paralysed or sick. In my luggage, I had an
arsenal of
fetishes. By my power, I crossed the three borders: Benin - Togo, Togo
- Ghana,
Ghana - Ivory Coast without being searched once by the security forces.
2.1.1-
Human's jaw and bottle shards
I
had a fetish made up of a human's
jaw, shards of bottles with another crushed element and a piece of
loincloth
that had been used to close the mouth of a corpse. This fetish allowed
me to
eliminate people from a distance. With this fetish, no matter what my
client's
job was, he could be sent on a mission or an internship. If there were
people
who bore him a grudge, all he had to do was to come to me and I would
end their
existence. This fetish also applies to jealous people who gave me the
name of a
person to eliminate. With my fetish, I would take off my shirt around
1am, make
incantations by invoking the name of the jealous person or the person
to
eliminate. Then I would tie him up with the piece of loincloth. Once I
shot at
the loincloth, no matter where they were: in Europe, Asia or America, I
could
reach him. Seven drops of blood fell in my palm, proof that the blow
was
successful. In the morning, when he woke up, the victim began to feel
burns in
his body, as if lacerated by scraps of bottles. When he tried to move,
he felt
bites in his body. When an illness is caused by
fetish, modern medicine,
in spite of its prowess, will never succeed in detecting the cause.
The
victim will die a week later.
2.1.2-
Human's head and padlock
This
fetish's function was to make
women barren. They could have their menstruation twice in the same
month or
have terrible stomach pains at any time. This is often due to rivalry
in
polygamous homes. The one who came to me, often had the desire to be
loved by
their common husband and to put the other wife far from him. I would
ask her
for an underwear of the co-wife to do this job. This
is the reason why
women lose their underwear in an astonishing way and later have painful
menstrual periods. This same fetish can cause
epilepsy in some victims.
Following the incantations, I invoked the name of the person targeted
on this
fetish and I locked the padlock. She was then automatically reached. In
the
morning, while she was preparing to go to the shower, she would
collapse all
alone and fall asleep. When she woke up, spittle would be coming out of
her
mouth.
This
fetish was used to paralyse the
victim. Most often, jealousies in workplaces and companies caused this.
Some
people envying the superior position of their hierarchical leader came
to me to
destroy them. And when invocations were made from this fetish, the
person
targeted in the company was paralysed. He could be a chief accountant
who was
looking to become a CFO (Chief Financial Officer). If such a person
came to see
me, I would paralyse the CFO with this fetish, and my client would take
his
place.
2.1.4-
Clay pot made up of human blood, water, ...
This
terrible fetish drove people mad.
When someone came to see me just with the name of a person, around 1
am, I
would strip to the waist, go to the clay pot and pronounce the name of
this
person, accompanied by incantatory words. I would then see his image in
the
clay pot and would pronounce other incantatory words. The next day, the
person
would take off his clothes and walk naked on the street. That person
could also
pull the bins over and eat his own excrement. Whatever incantation I
pronounced
on that person's name is what he will do.
The
function of the fetish "human
heart" was to make blind. It consists of a human heart. My human's
heart,
I got it in Nigeria. But even in Treichville (Treichville is one of the
ten
communes of Abidjan), in the years 77-78, in the barracks that were
located at
the current location of the SOTRA (Société de Transport Abidjanais),
there was
a traffic of human organs. Satan uses human organs to make powerful
fetishes.
This human's heart, I would burn it, accompanied by very hot small
peppers and
incantatory words, until it charred. I made a powder out of it. When a
client
sent me a photo of an unwanted person, I scraped that person's eyes
with a
needle and put the powder in it. When the person woke up, he would go
blind. We
usually see people who have their eyes open but do not see. Most often
witchcraft has something to do with that. I destroyed a lot of people.
They
came to hire me from inside the country to go and cause harm.
This
fetish, accompanied by
incantatory words, was used to burn down plantations, especially of
coffee and
cocoa. Driven by jealousy, people came to me to hurt others. When a
jealous
person came to me with all the requirements, I would go to his
opponent's
field, dig a hole in which I would put a matchstick. With the padlock,
I
prevented the proprietor, by mystical means, from coming to the
plantation, and
around noon the field would catch fire. I was at the origin of several
bushfires. I "helped" a lot of plantation owners in this domain.
2.1.7-
Fetish composed of ten human fingers wrapped …
This
fetish had the property of
causing death in villages. It allowed me to respond to the requests of
several
people in the Attié region (southern Ivory Coast). Some traders and
beverage
sellers came to me to ask for my services in this direction, because
they found
that their business flourished during funerals. Our contract stipulated
that I
take half of the profits they made at the funeral. In a village in
Ivory Coast,
the inhabitants had to consult another witchdoctor, to tell them of the
existence of a fetish buried in their village, and to have it dug up in
order
to stop the slaughter. I buried this fetish in several other villages
in the
west, in the east, etc. People came to hire me from everywhere.
2.1.8-
Fetish made up of a clay pot containing human blood, …
This
fetish has destroyed the lives of
many young people and senior managers. When the name of a girl was
invoked on
this fetish, accompanied by incantatory words, she became frigid and
could
indulge in sex with more than ten men without being satisfied. With
this same
fetish, I got young people to indulge in alcohol and drugs. As for the
senior
managers targeted, they could earn 800 000 FCFA, 1 000 000 FCFA, but as
soon as
they received their money, they squandered it entirely. This fetish
prevented
them from carrying out their projects, pushing them to indulge in
alcohol.
Despite their salary, they became mediocre, unable to build any house
in the
village. That is how I destroyed the lives of senior executives. I did
it of
course at the request of my clients.
2.1.9-
Telephone combined with fetish
It
was used to destroy the lives of
people and homes. Once I got the phone number of the person I had to
hurt, I
called him with my handset unconnected but covered in human blood. As
soon as
he picked up, I would pronounce incantatory words, thereafter, he would
have a
high fever and death would follow. This, no matter where the target was.
Before
consultation, I had a drink in
a bottle containing a fetish made of human tongue wrapped in red
percale sewn
with cowries. It was in the form of a fist. These elements are
introduced into
the bottle from the bottom using incantatory words: the bottle opened
after
some words that I said, then it closed after other words pronounced.
When I
gave this drink to my clients, they were bewitched. They could now
believe
anything I said and execute everything I ordered them to do. All the
clients
who consulted me were bound to me for good, because of that spell. I
had
authority over their lives. So it is, with all the marabouts occultists
I have
known. The consultation fees were fixed at 660 FCFA plus one litre of
koutoukou. Like many sorcerers, I used drinks like Royal Gin and
Mangoustan
Rhum. The consultations were done with four cowries to which the client
spoke
before dropping them down. The demons then revealed to me the
customer's
concerns. However, during the consultation, what I said was not always
true,
but the client's mind was controlled by the drink taken at the
beginning of the
session; he was bewitched. Also, he was at my mercy. He could even go
into debt
to meet my requirements.
What
I did to some of my clients was
sometimes terrible. To some, I prescribed not to eat sheep, chicken,
cassava,
etc. To others, I ordered not to breathe when lifting up the clay pot
containing their fetish. If they breathe, I told them, the fetish is
worthless.
As a result, they had to acquire another clay pot, which profits the
witchdoctor. Can you imagine senior managers, business directors
manipulated by
a witchdoctor to the point that he tells them not to breathe while
taking this
or that medicine; or to put a clay pot on their head and go around
their room
seven times before bathing ... What a torture! Imagine directors,
senior
managers with clay pots on their heads!
Imagine
that many people are living
these things right now and you will understand how much they need Jesus
Christ
to be delivered. You see them in big Mercedes cars, but once at the
witchdoctors, they become less than nothing. We got them undressed as
though it
were a joke. That is what it's like not having Jesus in your life. A
man
without Jesus Christ is really a slave.
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The minister of satan and health
I
had a fetish composed of a woman's
kidneys, a padlock and another item. With this fetish, I blocked
pregnancies in
the womb of women for up to 15 months through the incantations I made.
The
woman who was targeted could not give birth. All it took was that her
rival
comes to me with one of her underwear and a piece of her
loincloth for me to
block her pregnancy. If she gets operated upon, the baby will be found
dead in
her womb, worse, she will not survive the operation.
Abortions
are not the prerogative of
doctors and midwives. Witchdoctors do them too. As far as I am
concerned,
aborting a month's pregnancy was just a child’s play. I only needed a
bottle of
gin, 20 000 FCFA plus a chicken that I gave to the fetish. I gave the
client a
drug consisting of a wine previously warmed up with the powder of a
certain
tree. I gave all these stuff in the form of beverage to the pregnant
woman; she
drank it. The next day she would have a fever and within one to three
hours,
the abortion was complete. Her menstruation resumed right away.
Abortions of
one-month to two-month pregnancy were simple; they were more
complicated from
three to six months.
Today,
I appeal to all those women who
continue to kill through abortions to come to their senses, because
they will
give an account to God. I remind them that they are now under the
influence of
demons. You need Jesus Christ to understand the gravity of the crimes
you
commit. I declare it to you, student, if you have sinned with a young
man, and
got pregnant and then you want to abort and kill the child, give up
this idea
and let the pregnancy take its normal course. Otherwise, God will hold
you
accountable. I also call on doctors, midwives who claim to help people
to
improve their situation, but who in reality earn their living by
aborting
women. Take note that what you are doing is witchcraft. Indeed, it is
satan
that inspires you. Know this, you will render an account for those
children you
have killed unless you accept Jesus Christ and get delivered from these
satanic
practices.
Women
often suffer from stomach pains
that are caused by witchcraft. As far as I am concerned, I had a bottle
containing human blood and 20 grams of kidney. The incantatory words uttered on this bottle, with the name
of the victim, caused illness.
Most often, these women underwent surgery after which they got malaria,
and
they succumbed to it. By the same process, I bewitched women, which
caused them
to have a lump in the belly.
The gynaecologist sometimes discovers a lump
in the belly of some sterile women. This may be the result
of
witchcraft. Therefore, I appeal to women who have a lump
of suspicious origin in the stomach: it is a terrible
spell
of sorcery. God did not bring us into
the world to see us suffer from diseases. Sickness comes
from satan,
from the evil one. So you need Jesus Christ. He is the ideal solution
to this
problem.
3.4-
Bloated belly (pregnant men!)
When,
driven by jealousy, people came
to see me to destroy someone's life and gave me his name, I also had a
fetish
consisting of a padlock and a pig’s head with which I could bloat the
belly of
a man. Then he would keep losing weight. And that was possible thanks
to
incantations that I made around 1 am. I specify that this is the best
time for
sorcerers because they easily come into contact with spirits. To do
this, I
would strip naked and lock that person in that padlock. After a month
or two,
the victim started getting weird nausea. After three to four months,
this man will
go to the doctor because his belly size will be increasing from day to
day. The
tests will not reveal anything. Everything is in order, but he keeps
losing
weight. This is the sign that he has been bewitched. Despite the care
he can
receive from doctors, they will never be able to detect the problem.
Through
witchcraft, I sucked blood out of people's bodies so that they were
always sick
- with bloated stomachs. They are always anaemic. Others may look
healthy, but
are seriously ill because of witchcraft.
I
had a fetish in a clay pot,
consisting of dog drool mixed with some liquid. With these elements
accompanied
by incantatory words, I bewitched young people and struck them with an
incurable epilepsy, which only Jesus Christ can cure them of.
Through
witchcraft, I used to bewitch
women into getting breast cancer. This resulted in the removal of one
or both
breasts.
After
rendering a person sick,
sorcerers go further by preventing his healing and then kill him.
Sorcerers
prevent the serum placed on the patient from entering his body. When
the doctor
or nurse places the serum, sorcerers come to block it so that the drug
does not
enter the body of the patient. Admittedly, the drops go down into the
tube, but
the patient receives nothing in his body. In fact, sorcerers suck these
drops
out of the patient's body. No matter how much the doctors administer
serum to
the patient, nothing enters the body or rather it has no effect. I
practised
these things. I used to turn into a fly and go into hospital wards.
When the
doctor or the nurse made every effort to treat the patient, I would
confuse
them to prevent them from properly diagnosing the disease. They
wondered why
the serum had no effect. They could not imagine that the drops of serum
did not
enter the body of the patient.
3.8-
Healing of barren women and its consequences
In
my consultations, there were
couples who came to see me, because of infertility. Very often,
barrenness is
caused by witchcraft. Sorcerers "tie up" women's belly or render men
impotent. They then make you unable to have children. I cured this evil
not without
consequences, because the first child that my customers had was
dedicated to
demons. I urge you not to go to witch doctors to have a child. In Jesus
Christ,
there is everything you need. Certainly, we do not accept Jesus Christ
for any
gain, but He said in his Word to seek first the Kingdom and the
righteousness
of God and the rest will be added to you. Therefore, it is true that
when we
accept His Word and put it into practice, we are inundated with
blessings.
I
have helped women who have never
been to school to become mistresses of great personalities. They
charmed these
men who even abandoned their homes in distress. But know that these
mistresses
eventually end up badly. At the beginning, they are fine: they drive
big
Mercedes and other popular cars. But their end is pitiful. If you have
done
these things, it is high time you abandoned them and gave yourself to
the Lord.
Otherwise, you will end up badly not only on this earth, but much more
on the
Day of Judgment!
There
are people who wanted to have
women, especially old men who love young girls aged between 15 and 18.
I asked
them for a bottle of perfume that they like and another item that I
will not
mention. All this was mixed and put in a bottle. I gave it to them
accompanied
of course by incantatory words. Once the perfumed client shook hands
with a
woman he desired, whether she was married or not, she was automatically
possessed. In her dreams, in her thoughts, she could only see my
client. Thus,
she became his slave and was subjected to him in everything.
Sorcerers
sow division in families,
especially in polygamous families. This is often the case when there is
a wife
in the family who does not have children. This barren wife becomes a
dangerous
element; she is often the cause of failures, lack of success, chronic
diseases
that poison the social, material and financial life of her rivals'
children
(often the first wife). To do this, she goes to see sorcerers,
marabouts to
whom she communicates the names of all the children of the other woman,
in
order to bewitch them. Thus bewitched, working children do not really
enjoy
their salary in that they are unable to complete a project. For
example, they
cannot save money and build a house either in the village or in the
city.
I
have bewitched pupils and students
in such a manner that when they are informed of a forthcoming
assessment, they
panic. They sometimes have headaches and fever. They have no other
choice but
to grab a cigarette to smoke, or to take pills or drugs, thus
destroying their
lives. Sorcerers are often at the root of this state of affairs. Others
may not
pass their exams even though they work well in all subjects. If you are
a pupil
or student, and you do not have Jesus in your life, you must put
yourself under
the protection of Jesus right now, otherwise sorcerers, always ready to
destroy, may very well make you fail your exams.
5-
Witchcraft and social promotion
There
are people who will never have a
job until they have Jesus Christ in their lives. Whatever advanced
studies they
may have done and the university degrees they may have obtained, they
will
never know happiness. Their studies will be of no use. Their files will
be
filed in companies’ drawers, just because sorcerers have decided so.
They have
bewitched them. I myself have bewitched people to stay unemployed and
fail
until they die. The sorcerer who claims to ward off this evil spell is
a liar.
This evil can certainly be mitigated: the victim can find work, but
after one
or two months, he will be fired. That spell will always weigh on him. A
healer
can do nothing but extort money from him. He must accept Jesus Christ
to be set
free. It is Jesus who can heal this kind of bewitchment.
5.1-
Help to bandits and traders
I
delivered fetishes to renowned
bandits (anti-bullet, security belt). They were thus protected by
demons. But
these people end up pitifully because the fetishes I gave them have a
limit. If
you are very observant, you must have noticed a fan with nine lines,
three at
each corner of the triangle, hanging in some shops. These are products
made
from human blood, white clay and cowries. You will see that these shops
are
very busy because the fetishes attract customers. Other shops in the
area are
simply deprive of customers. But this success is not of long duration,
because
their wealth is based on sacrifices, on devilish ceremonies. These
traders were
soon in trouble and went bankrupt. This is a fact that I have
personally
observed. Therefore, I appeal to merchants who make sacrifices: if you
do not
accept Jesus Christ, know that you will have a tragic end.
5.2-
Accidents and prosperity of transporters
Some
of the popular transporters in
Côte d'Ivoire know me because of the help I had given them. Some of
them
started with two buses and ended up with 50 to 60 buses. How did it
happen?
There was one condition that had to be met: generally, the customer had
to
sacrifice one of his cars to the fetish sakpata. The sakpata fetish is
a spirit
that loves human blood. This demon is at the heart of disasters, wars
and
accidents. You often hear of car accidents with many deaths. Well,
here's the
reason. I simply asked the customer the matriculation of the bus to
sacrifice,
plus 500,000 FCFA that he had to bring to me after the accident. With
the bus
number, I would work with a fetish made up of human blood. This fetish
is
greedy for human blood. If it doesn't have human blood, it needs pig
blood. It
works when it rains. After the departure of the bus at a speed of 120
km/h, if
there is a small rain, the tires slide and the bus rolls over. The
ideal is
that half the passengers die, because blood must flow.
Once
this is done, the sacrifice is
considered successful. After two to three months, this customer's
business starts to thrive and he becomes rich. He can then buy several buses.
Thus, innocent people die to ensure the prosperity of these criminals. To
succeed in
certain operations, I had signed pacts with sorcerers in Benin, where I
went
regularly. I could not always indicate the day when certain operations
were to
be carried out; it did not depend on me alone but also on the great
sorcerers
of Benin with whom I had signed pacts. Sometimes, when I saw that I
could not
do the work on the spot, I would fly to Benin. I'd go and see a great
wizard
who would do the thing for me and I'd fly back. I did this to satisfy
my
customers since my reputation depended on the success of my practice.
Most
of the musicians you see and
those that people envy are under the firm grip of demons. They have
signed
pacts with satan. I helped musicians and singers from various
countries. I made
a fetish based on a perfume they love and human blood for them. I asked
them to
bring these items, plus a sum of 200,000 francs. If they were unable to
bring
human blood, I would procure it myself for them for payment. This kind
of job
was expensive because of the work to be done. Indeed, I had to build
the
customer's reputation, make them known. I had to make sure that when
their
album came out, people would rush for it. Once that's done, people only
had
their names on their lips. This spirit works on journalists. If the
musician
has a concert, he only has to consult and make sacrifices. This concert
cannot
but succeed. This is what ensures the great success of certain stars
whose
cassettes are bought like hot cakes and who perform in packed theatres.
Thus,
I helped foreign musicians come
to liven up concerts. They had an extraordinary success, but the
concerts ended
up in bloody fights simply because this success was due to witchcraft.
All this
money won't do any good. They use it to drug themselves all day long.
Some
defend themselves by pretending they don't do drugs. In fact, it is
witchcraft,
it is fetish that drives them to do these things against their will. So
these
people don't end well. After
having helped many musicians, I appeal
to them today: give your life to Jesus Christ. Satan may raise you up,
but you
will end up badly. I ask these musicians from
Cameroon and Zaire, who
know themselves well, to accept Jesus Christ. Set your life in order
with Jesus
Christ.
5.4-
Help to senior managers and appointments
Do
you see these personalities and top
executives that run around bragging and run expensive Mercedes? Know
that when
they get in front of fetishists, especially when elections are coming
up, they
get very small. They become like kids in front of a simple witch
doctor. This
is a very funny scene. I say this as a witness, because I've also
helped many
senior executives. They came with a sheep plus 200,000 francs and I did
the
fetish. But these people don't end up well. When this power drops, they
fall
lower than they had been before then.
6-
Race after wealth and power
I
began with prayers, then the
consultation; the fetish specified the sacrifice to be imposed. There
are many
ways to become rich. Some were asked to bring a small amount of semen,
a
certain amount of human blood in a bottle and a sheep. I made
sacrifices with
these things. After the ceremony, I asked the client to bring me a
suitcase in
which I would dispose white sheets cut out in the format of 5000 and 10
000 FCFA
notes. I poured the sperm, human blood and sheep's blood on the papers
with
incantatory words and handed him the suitcase. After seven days, when
he opens
the suitcase, he will find large quantities of authentic bank notes,
which he
can use as he pleases. But in return for the sperm delivered as
collateral, he
will have no children. He may have sex, but he can never have children.
That is
why we see many rich people without children. They possess all sorts of
things,
but they have no children. After they die, their families can't use
that money.
It needs to be squandered. I have helped people get rich in this way,
but I
have to say that all those
whose wealth is based on witchcraft
end up badly: they have big cars, Mercedes, big
houses and a lot of
money, but they end up pitiful.
I
had a fetish made up of 1 000 FCFA,
5 000 FCFA and 10 000 FCFA notes but also 500 FCFA notes. I used to say
incantatory words on these notes before I handed them to customers.
They made
purchases with these money from merchants. Once one of these notes is
found in
the sales of the day, the merchant will always lose money. After a few
years,
they go bankrupt and it's a mess. Many of these merchants can't make it
again.
Sorcerers are often at the origin of the bankruptcy of traders. In the
beginning, these traders prosper, but after a few years, it’s a mess.
6.3-
Debauchery and albino sacrifice
After
consultation, it happens that
the evil spirit asks them to sleep with a mad woman under a shed or
with their
eldest daughter - nowadays, there are clients who consent. What would
men not
do to get rich? After sleeping with a crazy woman on the street at
night, they
become extremely rich. They own trailers, buses. But they end up being
crazy
and their descendants have problems using this wealth that is destined
to
disappear. Others were asked to offer an albino child for sacrifice. It
was the
favourite formula of most clients and the reason was: just bringing the
hair of
an albino. The work was done in their room, and the albino died
wherever they
were. The client also had to abstain from sexual intercourse with a
woman some
time before the sacrifice.
When
satan grants power, it is
irresistible at first, but then it ends badly. The lives of his
servants are in
danger and he himself takes it upon himself to destroy them. As far as
I was
concerned, I could help people to become rich after consulting the
fetishes because
it was the fetishes who prescribed what to bring. I made sacrifices so
people
would become millionaires, even billionaires. But once these people
die, their
wealth dissipates. For,
the riches which satan brings do not last. As a sorcerer, I helped a lot of
people get rich that way. In this field, my reputation had gone beyond
the
borders of Côte d'Ivoire to the point where I had clients who came from
Gabon,
Burkina Faso, Cameroon, Senegal, Mali, etc. As you know, one client
sometimes
brings several.
Many
rich people and billionaires make
human sacrifices every year to sustain their wealth. And this human
sacrifice
is made either on October 31, November 30 or December 31 to end the
year. If
you have noticed, it is from the month of October that children are
abducted,
and this until December. These kids, we do not find them anymore. Even
adults
are kidnapped. They sucked blood from their bodies to get rich. One
thing's for
sure, all these kidnappers end badly afterwards. They pay the price of
their
heinous crime. The very rich are generally untouchable because of their
relationships in the upper spheres of the State where they are
protected.
To
get money, I joined a group of
child traffickers. We stole children to sell them to Aladjis
(deformation of El
Hadj). They were often sold at 5,000,000. As for them, they will work
on these
children to become billionaires. Till today, the Aladjis group
continues to
operate; I see them at their posts when I go to Benin. I do not fail to
approach them to tell them the truth about the life they lead. I think
the Lord
will perform the miracle one day.
6.5.2-
Manufacture of counterfeit bank notes
I
was also in the making of
counterfeit bank notes. I had two partners. Once, a great sorcerer from
Benin
asked us to bring the hump of a dead and buried hunchback. So we went
to see
the city cemetery keeper. At that time (in the years 86-87), the
Beninese
government did not pay civil servants. So we had no trouble deceiving
the
keeper to get him to show us the tomb of a hunchback who had been
buried for
about six months. We forced open the coffin and removed the body of the
hunchback. Then we removed his hump, it was rotten but we removed it
and we put
the body back in the coffin. With the hump thus extracted, we went to
see the
great sorcerer. He took it, let us into a room. As for him, he entered
another
small room. After an hour, he called us in. And we saw hundreds of
thousands of
banknotes that he asked us to count. I was the first to count. It was
more than
50 billion! But there was a flaw on the money; we had made a hole on
the hump
and that made the operation fail. We had to burn all the notes, more
than 50 billion!
I
took advantage of my marabout
profession to sell drugs. It was kept in a cemented hole over which was
deposited a fetish. Many
marabout, sorcerers and others are drug dealers. As
for
me, I sold Indian hemp and cocaine. Satan urged me to do these
disreputable
things and many others to increase my riches.
6.5.4-
How I conferred power on my customers
I
also had a fetish I had acquired in
Benin. This fetish was based on two albinos: a woman and a boy were
passing by
to sell wood in the nearby village at the exact moment when sorcerers
were
playing their drum. They grabbed them and threw them into a big hole
that was
closed. With this fetish which I was able to acquire, whatever power an
individual had, I could always increase it. On the other hand, if a
sorcerer or
a fetishist was against me, there was nothing he could do against me.
I
fasted. As a sorcerer, if I was
given a very delicate job, I had to fast to be able to do this job: I
did not
eat for seven days; I drank only coconut juice and with incantatory
words, I
obtained positive results to destroy the life of someone whose soul is
powerful. One has to fast in order to win his case. This is how many
sorcerers
proceed in any difficult case. For example, I was asked to bewitch
someone to
hang himself in the forest. You see people hanging themselves in the
forest;
this is due to witchcraft.
6.5.6-
Marriage to the sea mermaid
Within
the context of the increase of
my riches and power, I had to marry the siren of the seas (generally
called
Mamie Watta), a powerful demon that operates from the coast in the
West. The
annual feast of Mamie Watta is celebrated in Togo in Anecho (seat of
the
mermaid in Togo), by the sea, on a date chosen by the mermaid herself.
Usually
this happens in August or September. This feast brings together
thousands of
followers, men and women who have celebrated marriage with this spirit
and
received support or assistance from her for their prosperity. Marriage
to the
mermaid is a highly mystical scene. This wedding, celebrated by the sea
at
around 1:00 am, is the occasion of a great ceremony bringing together
the great
women you hear about, the Nana Benz, who come from Togo, the ladies of
Benin,
Ghana who also made this marriage with Mamie Watta. Many do it to get
rich; it
was my case. Those who officiate these marriages usually live by the
sea. The
spirit of the mermaid is the basis of prostitution. She makes people go
to
nightclubs. The mermaid is also at the origin of the night women and
husbands
phenomenon.
6.5.7-
Contact with an Indian mentor
I
was in contact with an Indian with
whom I had sessions several times in my home in Abobo-gare. There, we
made
incantations around one o'clock in the morning. After that, he took his
plane
and left. A week after this series of visits, every Friday at noon, I
made
incantations during which I saw the image of this Indian in a large
mirror that
he had given me and that I had installed in my room. Through that
mirror, I
talked to him directly. I must say that senior managers engage in such
practices with partners in Europe, India or elsewhere in the world.
These
people know what I'm talking about.
So
I was in contact with this Indian
using incantatory words. When these words were spoken, he appeared in
my mirror
and we communicated, him in India and me in Abidjan. By this Indian I
had
increased my power. This allowed me to "help" a lot of people. I made
them evolve in their society, in their ministry. They came from Congo,
Mali,
Cameroon, Burkina Faso and so on, to consult me. Through this
testimony, I call
out to all those whom I had "helped" in this way. What I did for you
is wrong. It's worth nothing compared to
eternal life. I beseech you, stop all this! Accept Jesus
Christ or you will
end up badly. Mystical works are terrible; you can be in your car and
get run
over by a big truck. That's what I call ending up badly.
In
the exercise of my profession, I
became an enemy of God. I was associated with a group of occult
sorcerers
practising voodoo. This group was composed of an Indian, a Haitian, a
Guadeloupean, and a Brazilian. I was the only African in that group.
Our
mission throughout the world was to work in collaboration with the
great
masters of Freemasonry, Rosicrucian Order, Eckankar, Voodoo to cause
air
disasters, train collisions, floods, etc. to collect human blood for
satan. We
then had to report to satan in cemeteries and sacred forests.
Sorcerers,
occultists, marabouts,
voodoo adepts or fetishists, operate from midnight until 3 am.
Some take advantage of
these hours to come out of their bodies, thus proceeding to doubling.
Sorcerers
transform themselves into cockroaches, lions, black cats, mice, cattle,
hippos,
snakes, flies, scorpions or dogs to kill. As for me, I was duplicating
myself
by turning into a fly to go and operate in great distances, destroy
human lives
by making them sick in their sleep. This is why people wake up sick in
the
morning and after fourteen days or twenty-one days, they die.
Through
witchcraft, my group and I
weakened Christians and led them to interrupt their fast before the
end. When
they decided to fast for one day, I led them to break the fast at noon
instead
of continuing until the appointed time so as to be blessed. When a
group of
Christians decided to fast four or seven days, I attacked them to
shorten the
fast decreed by the congregation. When in spite of everything they
continued,
it caused great panic in our camp. Fasting and prayer fail the works of
witchcraft directed against Christians. I could attack the churches
with my
group of sorcerers by sowing division between pastors and church
leaders for
money and material goods, when they are attached to these things. These
dissensions prevented them from praying enough, fasting, and taking
care of the
sheep for the advancement of God's work. I attacked the churches by
arousing a
spirit of rebellion, pride and slander among Christians. Rebellion
against
pastors, criticism and slander, hatred and resentment towards one
another, are
often due to witchcraft.
As
sorcerers, we collaborated with the
following associations: Eckankar, Rosicrucian Order, Guru-maraji,
Mahikari,
Buddha, Moon, Krishna, Freemasons, associations where people light
candles to
pray and who worship statues of carved images representing things that
are up
in the heavens. All these people practice witchcraft. Some so-called
churches
offer visions to people in order to bewitch them, and sell white, red,
blue,
green candles. They require married women to spend seven to fourteen
days of
convent. These "churches" also practice witchcraft. At night, their
leaders go to cemeteries and the seaside to pray, make sacrifices,
practice
witchcraft, occultism, and witch doctor practices. Others use anointing
oil,
which is very dangerous. It is with python grease that they make black
soap
they give to people to wash themselves; thus putting them in contact
with
demons.
8-
Conversion, Warfare, and Deliverance
As
you can see, everything was going
well for me: I was successful and my reputation went beyond the borders
of Côte
d'Ivoire. With my Indian mentor, the prospects were fantastic. So there
was
apparently nothing predisposing me to abandon my practices. But God had
His
plan. To realise this, He allowed my sister, by the name of Beatrice,
to accept
Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour and to pray with perseverance for me.
When
Beatrice realised what I was doing, she came to my house on a Saturday,
while I
was receiving a client. I said, "I hear you're going to church." Yes,
she answered me, "I accepted Jesus Christ and I came to tell you about
Him." It didn't need more than that for me to kick her out of my house
because if the customers heard such a conversation, they might get
discouraged.
Without disarming, she returned the next day, this time, to invite me
to church
because, she said, there was a powerful programme. I had to chase her
with a
machete.
The
warfare was thus engaged between
her and me. It should be said that she prayed and fasted for me. She
was thus
losing weight every day. Not knowing it, I used to make fun of her
every time I
saw her. But she kept saying that the Lord has a plan for me, which
naturally
amused me the more. I then went into my car and left. After a month, I
had a
terrible fever, shivering of cold. A fetishist friend who lives in
Port-Bouët
(one of the ten communes of Abidjan) visited me at that time. He asked
me what
I had. I had to tell him the truth. So I said to him: for some time
now, my
younger sister has been visiting me with her Bible and she invites me
to
church. In response, the friend warned me: never collaborate with the
people
who come to talk to you about Jesus Christ, for in His presence,
fetishes no
longer have power. Afterwards, he spoke incantatory words on me, after
which I
gave him my sister's name so that he could do to her what he wanted,
including
killing her. I was determined to put an end to it.
As
a sorcerer, I decided to launch the
attack myself before my friend could even enter the scene. Then at
about 1
o'clock in the morning, I approached my fetish, which had the property
of
driving mad, and I uttered incantatory words. I expected to see her
image in
the clay pot containing the fetish. To my surprise, this did not
happen. I then
called my disciples to see more clearly in this matter. One of them
suggested
pouring a bottle of Gin on the fetish, to give it more power. After all
these
sacrifices, the image of my sister still did not appear. I consulted my
cowries
which had predicted that the operation would work. Then I took a
padlock which
had the property of driving mad; I said her name over it. When I tried
to
close, the lock was blocked. I began the process all over again, always
the
same result. It lasted until 3 am. Fed up and imagining that she was
already
hit, I decided to let it all go. It was a Friday. On Saturday, at about
4 PM,
while I was visiting my father, I saw my younger sister who, seeing me,
cried
out, "Well, big brother. Hallelujah! Jesus is wonderful."
Very
angry, I made an effort to
control myself. I approached her and asked her if she was feeling any
pain
anywhere. "I am in Jesus Christ; how do you want me to get sick just
anyhow?" She said to me. Then she continued, "Accept Jesus Christ,
for all that you do is void and of no effect." "The power of
Jesus", she added, "far exceeds that of sorcerers." After three
days, I took another fetish, composed of a man's foot and a padlock, to
paralyse her. And to do that, I locked myself in my room and fasted for
three
days. As food, I take only coconut juice. I spoke seven times and when
I tried
to shut the lock, it blocked again. I began wondering if she were a
magician.
However, I decided to go to the cemetery late at night to bury the
fetish, a way
to make it more powerful. The next day, I decide to visit her, hoping
that she
would be paralysed, and on her bed. But being in the cab, I see her
leaving,
Bible in hand. So I go up to her and I said, "I had a dream about you.
Don’t you feel any pain in your foot?" She replied, "I am in Jesus
Christ, so illness has no power over me."
In
anger, I returned home and called
my friend and colleague from Port-Bouët. I explained everything I had
done,
without any success. He said, "Give me a week." Then he said,
"Don't worry, we'll pay for her coffin." I gave him carte blanche. It
is worth mentioning that sorcerers, to get us, always go through a
member of
our family. After this, he leaves for home. After a week, nothing
happens. I
then go to his house. He tells me that he has done the work and that he
does
not understand what is happening. In the face of this mystery, I decide
to let
it all go. But now, three weeks later, the fever that I had suffered
came back
fully. It was so strong that I thought, "It's over, I'm going to
die." Out of instinct for survival, however, I took a taxi to the
airport,
to urgently go to my mentors in Benin to take care of me. When I get
out of the
vehicle in spite of the fever, in that state of supreme effort, it did
not
occur to me to see if the pedestrian light was still green before
crossing the
road. So I almost got hit by a cab. The taxi driver after insulting me
properly, came down to give me two good slaps. People were looking at
me. I was
unresponsive.
I
could not even address to the driver
one of those words of which I had the secret, which would have caused
him to
have an accident; I had forgotten all these things, I was so much
troubled! On
arriving at Air Afrique, the counters had just closed. And I was there,
not
knowing what to do. One voice suggested I go see Beatrice, another
objected to
the proposal. But the first voice was irresistible. It’s the one that
won my
vote. Here, I am on my way to my sister's house. When I got to her
place, she
told me that the Lord was going to perform the miracle. I asked her:
"What
miracle? For I also work miracles." And I quoted from some of the
miracles
I used to perform. "These miracles are satanic, they are devilish, they
have no power." She exclaimed with a touch of anger. "Well," I said,
"What are we doing for my health?" She answered, "We are going
to see pastors. They'll pray for you." "All right, I will."
"Try to see the pastors after the service", she told me. "No
problem", I replied. In the taxi that led us to the church, I noticed
that
my sister had her head bowed and was praying. I then hit her on the
back and
told her that a taxi is not a church.
When
we got to the church, she was
very excited because she had just found a new soul. Finally, she found
a place
for me to sit. After the service, before I was received by the pastor,
I went
into the toilet, I opened my briefcase and took out a fetish that I put
in my
mouth saying: "There’s going to be trouble!" It was obviously meant
to hurt the pastor. The pastor received me in his office. The fetish
being in
my mouth. He asked me a series of questions that I answered with my
head
because I couldn't open my mouth. I had to take advantage of a moment
of
inattention to remove the fetish from my mouth. Strangely enough, the
incantatory words I wanted to pronounce on the pastor, I had forgotten
them
all. The pastor asked me what was wrong, what caused the fever that
brought me
here. Before leaving, the pastors prayed for me. They began to pray
over me.
Then I began to sleep. When I woke up, they had finished praying, and I
felt a
great heat coming out of my body. They gave me an appointment in three
days. I did
not go.
During
my absence, indeed, I had
missed customers. When they came back, they asked me where I'd been.
When they
heard that I had gone to church, they disavowed me, and said to me, "Go
no
more there. It's very dangerous." Wanting to reassure them, I answered,
"Do not be afraid; I have come home to take another fetish to go
against
the pastor." After that, I consulted them and they left. Actually, I
was
not myself. All my thoughts were in the church. Everything that
happened out
there was running through my head. Realising I wasn't at the
rendezvous,
Beatrice came to see me. "But, big brother, we didn't see you at the
service."
I said, "With God, don't rush; I will come to church; but let me go at
my
own pace." "No", she said, "Do not be deceived by satan.
He's only looking for one thing, turning you into an idiot and
destroying you
in the end." She was not happy that I was still doing consultations. It
was a Friday. In the evening, we went to church. After the prayer, I
went home
and began to laugh alone.
Another
day, I had a discussion
session at the end of which I confessed to them that I had fetishes.
They then
asked me to bring them. I did not agree, because I thought from the
bottom of
my heart that the pastors were going to use it in order to have more
power. But
after that conversation, I couldn't sleep. I was the scene of a
terrible fight:
I saw people chasing me with sticks in the living room. We were going
around
the dining table. On the other hand, I started talking to myself. I was
on the
verge of madness. The frightened neighbours came to meet me. To hide my
own
apprehension, I told them: "Don't worry, there's nothing." In fact, I
hurried to see the pastor at the church to explain the situation to
him. And he
said to me, "Bring the fetishes that they may be burned, after which
you
will have peace of heart." This time, I agreed. I have to say, I had no
choice. One morning, I rented a new pickup truck that had been in
circulation
for just three months. I told the driver I had some luggage to take to
the
church.
I
took suitcases and bags, and I spoke
to the fetishes in these terms: it seems that it is because of you that
I do
not sleep. So you're going to go there, to the church. If you want, go
attack
them and leave me alone. On this, I got to a fetish to lift it; it
became
extremely heavy. Impossible to lift even the smallest fetish!
After
that failed attempt, I began to
speak alone. The driver then approached me and asked me what was
happening.
"No, there's nothing, wait for me, I'm coming, don't be in a hurry,
don't
worry, I'll pay you", I told him. He said, "But you speak alone; if
the luggage is heavy, just call me, I will help you." "No, I'm
coming." But all the fetishes were heavy and as if nailed to the
ground. I
started to think and I remembered an expression that came up on the
lips of
people in church. "In the name of Jesus, come out of this body!" I
went into the room and asked the fetishes: "Are you going to move or
not?" When I said, "In the name of Jesus, come out of this
body!" the biggest fetish became light. And I said: "Well, well! So
then, you're worth nothing."
That's
how I put all the fetishes in
the bags and suitcases, repeating that expression. So we put it all in
the
pickup truck. But it refused to start. I had to say the same expression
to get
it started and finally, we got on our way to church. When we arrived at
the
church on December 26, 1987, the pastors, seeing the great number of
fetishes,
exclaimed: "Wow, you were really a dangerous element!" Then they
called me to a corner and made me sign a paper. Then they set fire to
all the
fetishes. Some of these fetishes were bouncing in the fire. That's how
I
delivered all my fetishes. And that day, I slept from 10:00 PM to 10:00
am in
the morning. The lesson that I learnt from this experience, I offer it
in the
form of advice to those who want to accept Jesus Christ: everything
must be
delivered up, without reservation. Seven months later, on July 28,
1988, I was
baptized.
After
my conversion, my life changed
completely. My standard of living fell very low. I didn't keep any
money in the
bank; one morning, I found all my money in ashes while my clothes
remained
intact. I called my sister to explain the situation. She said, "This is
proof that this money did not come from God." This opinion was
confirmed
by the pastors. So I accepted the situation and even gave glory to God!
When
the clients came to see me, I pushed them back and evangelised them. In
response, they said I had gone crazy. I went to evangelise sorcerers
and
fetishists. Some of them attacked me. Even my father sent a message
from Benin
to finish with me. It was the beginning of my conversion; the situation
was
tense; and it continues even now. I had attacks from all over. Every
day, when
I woke up, I found a snake in my room. I always said the same sentence:
"In the name of Jesus!" Then, with a broom, I would hit it on the
head and it died. I noticed that every time I killed a snake, someone
came to
announce a death in the village.
Even
the sorcerers with whom I had
signed pacts came together to kill me. At that time, I went to Benin.
Then
people said, "We will see if he’ll survive; he will surely die." That
way, he'll go to evangelise the "there's nothing". This expression
designates in our language those who are no more. So in the village,
they did
everything they could to kill me. When I woke up in the morning, I saw
fetishes
near my bed. I'd take a broom, I'd say, "In the name of Jesus," and
I'd sweep it all away. Even on the road, I met great sorcerers who
asked me
where the fetishes they had given me had gone. I told them I burned
them all in
the name of Jesus Christ and I preached to them the word of truth. It
irritated
them and made them do everything they could to kill me. My ex-friends
sorcerers, give yourself to the Lord without reserve or you'll have
problems
with sorcerers.
At
the beginning of my conversion,
every morning when I woke up, I bled from my nose and mouth because of
the pact
signed with sorcerers. But by the grace of God, I have been delivered
from the
situation. Glory be to His name! I also had stomach ulcers, a disease
characteristic of many sorcerers. I spent a lot of money without any
result. In
fasting and prayer, I was healed one night while I was sleeping. In a
dream, I
saw someone operate on the part where I was in pain. I then felt a pain
similar
to a pinprick. When I woke up, I prayed and thanked the Lord. I was so
convinced that I asked my sister to prepare a very spicy sauce that I
consumed
without moderation: I felt nothing. It was kind of my test. Jesus
Christ is
wonderful! Our God is a merciful God. His is the King of kings, the
Lord of
lords, the God of Israel. He has not changed, He is the same yesterday,
today
and forever. Only He can deliver and save. Yes, He is the only one who
can free
from all sin. Glory and honour be given to Him!
8.4-
My arrest by the judicial police of Côte d'Ivoire
After
an evangelisation crusade
followed by a prayer vigil from 9 PM until dawn, on a sports field in
one of
the communes of Abidjan, which brought together nearly 12,000 people
and during
which I gave my testimony, the Ivorian police, informed by secret
agents of the
intelligence service of the judicial police, put me under arrest.
Certain
details of this testimony led them to arrest me: the facts that I had
sold
drugs, that I had killed by witchcraft, that human blood had been the
basis of
my sacrifices. These are the objective reasons. But these reasons
cannot
obscure the mystical causes. During this prayer vigil, I revealed the
works of
witchcraft, occultism, fetishism that I had practised. I said how satan
and his
demons operate at night to kill people, to bewitch families, how the
occultists
scam people in order to make them poor. I said how I sold drugs to
destroy
youths. Anyway, I exposed all sorcerers' secrets. I revealed how,
through
witchcraft, I helped people to be appointed ministers, elected members
of
Parliament, etc. In addition, this crusade in the form of a vigil saw
the
conversion to the Lord Jesus, of about 4,000 people.
So
I cannot help but believe that
sorcerers, occultists, marabouts, fetishists - not to say satan - whose
secrets
I had just revealed were behind this action of the police. Besides, I
was
expecting this arrest. The purpose of these sorcerers and accomplices
was for
this testimony to be erased. Satan believed that if I were arrested, I
would
get scared, that I would deny Jesus and return to his camp. I will
never give
in to satan. I will always expose him till I die for the salvation of
souls all
over the world, so that all those who live in darkness may discover the
light.
So
I arrived at the judicial police,
accompanied by one of the pastors of the church where I was converted.
After
questioning me and listening to three of my tapes recorded during the
crusade,
I was then listened to by the director of the judicial police who made
us
understand that he had been instructed by his hierarchical chief, the
minister
of security, to take me into custody in order to conduct the
investigations.
The first day of my arrest, I was kept among thieves, high-class
criminals that
the police had arrested. They wanted to intimidate me. But I preached
the
Gospel to them, and six of them gave themselves to the Lord. I prayed
for those
six criminal thieves who accepted Jesus. After five days, they were
released.
Their lives changed completely and today they are attached to the Lord.
They no
longer attack people with weapons because Jesus freed them.
The
director of the judicial police
entrusted the investigation to one of his officers who was in charge of
my
case. He called on more than fifteen police commissioners who listened
to the
testimony on my three tapes and this enabled them to draw conclusions.
After
these hearings, a police commissioner called me crazy. He asked me to
be taken
to psychiatrists. "I'm not crazy, I told them, what I say is nothing
but
reality. The things I'm talking about, I've been through them myself.
It was
Jesus who seized me and led me to abandon everything in order to follow
Him;
otherwise, whatever police commissioner you may be, I was probably
going to
exterminate you by my witchcraft. Jesus is the only One who can deliver
and
transform a sorcerer, fetishist, occultist." In view of all these
answers,
they accompanied me to the doctors' office in a health institute. They
were
planning to take me to a mental health facility for treatment. But this
consultation yielded nothing, at least for those who asked for this
review. As
far as I am concerned, by the grace of God, it was an opportunity for
me to
preach the Gospel to the doctors.
The
doctors at the centre examined me
by asking me many questions and suggesting answers to see if I were
really mad.
I answered all their questions. They didn't find anything that proves
I'd start
a mental breakdown. In truth, the doctors were somewhat perplexed. It
was
necessary for one of their own, a woman, to reveal to them that often
there are
people who bear witness to their past life and say how Jesus saved
them, which
allows others who do not know Christ to give themselves to Him. It took
this
argument for the doctors to declare the test result negative.
I
was in possession of all my senses
to expose satan and his fallen demons. One thing that struck me a lot
in all
these trips that I made with the officers of the judicial police is
that they
carried loaded guns behind me. Even to go to the bathroom, those
officers
always had an eye on me, guns in their hand. They said to each other
that it
was necessary to follow me closely: who knows if I would not turn into
a fly to
disappear from their sight. I then told them that I had become a new
creature
and that I could no longer turn into a fly: "Jesus Christ freed me",
I told them, "I can no longer do witchcraft. I live for the Lord."
If
the result of my psychiatric
consultation prevented me from being taken to the "mental disorder
centre" for treatment, it exposed me to imprisonment. Indeed, after the
doctors' results indicated that I was not showing any signs of
insanity, I was
brought back to the direction of the judicial police. The report of my
examination was therefore submitted to the director of the judicial
police by
his officers. After reading this report, which ended with a negative
result,
the director was troubled, he wondered what was wrong. On the spot, he
reported
to his superior, the minister of security, who, also disturbed by the
result,
ordered that I be brought before the prosecutor's office (the most
competent
court) to make the final decision. I was in police custody for nine
days, nine
days that I turned into a time of fasting and prayer. I interceded and
wept
before the Lord. God answered me and here is the word that He addressed
to me:
"I will make your testimony an instrument for the salvation of souls
throughout the whole world. Don't worry, I'll defend you wherever you
go."
How wonderful it is to hear the voice of your God!
In
order to bring me before the court,
these officers drew up a report that was supposed to trace all my past
life: how
I destroyed human lives through witchcraft and occultism, how I sold
drugs,
etc. However, in this fifteen-page report, nothing was said concerning
my
conversion: how Jesus seized me and how my fetishes were burned by the
pastors
in the church, as well as my new life in Jesus Christ. They just
pointed out
the wrong side. This report was charged with many crimes that were
attributed
to me as follows: Assassin, sorcerer, drug trafficker, criminal in
association.
With these crimes, I was to be sentenced to between ten to twenty years
in
prison. Our God does not abandon His children. His Word says, "There is therefore now no condemnation
to them that are in Christ Jesus." Romans 8:1-2.
This
shows that he who does evil
things such as murder, abomination, etc., and who makes the decision to
accept
Jesus Christ - the only Saviour of mankind and the only mediator
between God
and men - will no longer be condemned. His word also says, "If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."
(John 8:36). "If any man be in
Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all
things
are become new" (2corinthians 5:17). God in his compassion
has
forgiven me since I accepted Jesus who bought me at a great cost. If
God had
not forgiven me, I would have already died and been condemned to Hell
on
Judgment Day.
So
these officers made me sign this
famous report. I was waiting for my departure on the tenth day of my
custody.
And it is this day that God chose to intervene. Thanks be to Jesus, the
King of
kings, the Lord of lords, the President of presidents, our advocate to
the
Father, who intercedes for us night and day, this authentic Son of God
who came
out of the tomb, who overcame death, who crushed the head of satan,
that can do
nothing but wag his tail, this wonderful Saviour came to my rescue and
destroyed all the plans of satan and other demons of imprisonment.
I
had to get in the van connecting the
police stations and the prosecutor's office. Before I put my left foot
on this
van followed by the right foot, the two wrists handcuffed in
preparation for
the departure for the court, a phone call was heard at the direction of
the
judicial police, from the minister of security who himself had received
the
order from the presidency of the Republic, not to refer me to the
prosecutor,
but to release me immediately. The entire criminal investigation
department was
amazed at my release.
On
the spot, the handcuffs were
removed and I was entrusted to the church where I was converted. In
fact, after
being informed, the authorities of the presidency in turn informed His
Excellency the president of the Republic, the late Félix Houphouët
Boigny to
whom they made listen my tapes. He would then have rejoiced at my
conversion
and at what God did such a work in his country, Côte d'Ivoire. That's
how he
decided to release me. Having said that, I maintain that the real
author of
these instructions to the president of the Republic is Jesus.
I
must say that having learned of my
arrest by the judicial police, many pastors and faithful mobilised and
were
ready to undertake a two-day march throughout the city of Abidjan in
order to
obtain my release. This is a beautiful demonstration of love, of the
love that
the elders of the early church practised towards one another. Yes, this
same
love must manifest itself in the life of Christians today. If a brother
or
sister in Christ has a problem, we must support them so that those who
do not
have Christ know that Christians love each other. Let us not turn our
backs on
all our brethren who are going through hardships. Let us show them our
affection so that they may be strengthened.
This
beautiful demonstration of
solidarity is further proof that God was at work. To Him be the glory
forever
and ever! Satan had planned everything so that this testimony would not
be
spread all over the world. But the power of our Lord is above all
powers, so
satan has failed. His defeat was total and Jesus won the victory. To
prove it,
thousands of people have listened to this testimony on cassettes and
thousands
of others are reading it today for the forgiveness of their sins, for
their
salvation, their deliverance and their restoration.
From
this day forward, I am redoubling
my efforts against satan and his demons. During all crusade programmes
of
evangelisation, conferences, and seminars, I never cease to expose
sorcerers,
occultists, etc. through my testimony that the Lord allows me to give
wherever
I go; former clients, sorcerers, have given their lives to Jesus
Christ. The
Lord grants me the grace to go inside Côte d'Ivoire as well as outside
to give
this testimony and glorify Him before all. But I must say that I have
not
always been successful; proof of this is my own father and many members
of my
family who died in rebellion against God. I preached the Gospel to my
two disciples;
they called me mad. Later, the first died of AIDS, the second struck a
stone on
returning from the farm and died four months later.
Time
is short. Sorcerers, occultists,
fetishist healers are ruthless. They will deceive you by making you
believe
that there is hope in everything they do, but it is only lies and theft
because, their father who is the devil is the father of lies.
Sorcerers,
occultists, marabouts, etc. are nothing but crooks, deceivers,
seducers. They
will do things to make you feel confident of your future. These things
will
work at the beginning, so you will have everything at your disposal:
money,
cars, houses… but eventually you will have problems on problems, until
you are
wiped out. You will be in trouble. After that, satan will claim all
your
possessions before he puts an end to you. You will end up in the grave.
If
satan gives you 10,000,000 FCFA in the beginning to attract you, he
will claim
20,000,000 FCFA at the end and then kill you. The power of sorcerers,
occultists, marabouts, etc. is ephemeral and limited: but the power of
our God
is above all powers, and it is everlasting.
With
Jesus Christ there is always hope.
Be careful not to go to diviners, sorcerers, marabouts; they will rob
you, they
will ruin you until you are reduced to your simplest expression. I'm
talking
about things I've practised with my clients. At first, they were on bed
of
roses. They were very rich: they owned cars, houses, etc. but in the
end, they
became miserable. I helped them by witchcraft and by the same
witchcraft, I
made them poor.
If
you live in this situation now, you
need Jesus Christ who came to free the captives. You must accept Him
with all
your heart and you will see His glory in your life. No sorcerer,
marabout or
fetishist can bring a satisfactory solution to your problems; only
Jesus Christ
can save you and bring you the true solution. My friends, come to Jesus
and He
will give you eternal life. Satan is evil. He is a false master who
does not
forgive his followers. Satan has never done good to anyone. In the
beginning,
he offers you life in bright colours but in the end, regression and
death.
To
you, dear ministers, deputies, mayors, CEO, directors of companies,
entrust
yourself to the Lord Jesus Christ and turn away from the way of
sorcerers,
marabouts and occultists. You who have entrusted your business, your
company,
your enterprises, your trade, etc. to sorcerers, marabouts, occultists
or
diviners in order to prosper, I urge you to turn around and entrust
your entire
life to the Lord Jesus Christ because "He is the way, the truth and the
life". Please take the true gate that is Jesus Christ. "... For wide is the
gate and broad is the road
that
leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate
and
narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
Matthew 7:13-14. The broad
road is the road of sorcerers, marabouts, occultists, and fetishists.
Many take
this road to get lost.
The
only way I would advise you is the
small gate, the narrow road that leads to eternal life. Although it is
true
that only few find it, but it's the right way. It’s up to you, my
friend, to
choose. Do you want to collaborate with satan (when in the end he will
destroy
you) or with Jesus of Nazareth who saves, who delivers, who restores
and who
has defeated sorcerers, marabouts, occultists, fetishists and made a
spectacle
of them? Jesus is the best way, and that is why I Megnanou Bienvenu,
former
sorcerer, fetishist, occultist, I decided to choose Him and follow Him
since
December 26, 1987 and that for the rest of my life. The choice is up to
you, my
friend. The right choice is Jesus Christ who will soon come to take
away his
Church. Time is short. Sorcerers are only experts in killing the
youthful
force, leaders of the village; they only create problems for people;
their strength
is only to bewitch human society; eternal dividers of families, they
are. They
can only destroy countries through war, floods, air disasters, and
train
collisions. The
sorcerer is well aware that he is doing evil and
that he
will render an account to God at the Last Judgment.
Grace
to all who love our
Lord Jesus Christ with an undying love!
Dear brothers and sisters,
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