NB: This is a story about an elderly woman falsely accused of witchcraft. It is purely fictional and a result of my active imaginations. It is unrelated to any person dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely coincidental.

Mrs. Wellington suffered great humiliation when her only daughter; Rosemary accused her of witchcraft after being unable to conceive four years into her marriage. As an educated and God- fearing woman who was innocent of the crime, she wasn’t sure what hurt her the most. Was it her daughter’s accusation or the witchcraft Label? Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that this would befall her. The pain cut too deep because it came from the one she loved the most in her life; Rosemary. Although the false accusation had marred their beautiful relationship, she wished her daughter’s eyes would open to the truth. How does one forgive something like this? Who will restore her ruined reputation? Was it worth sacrificing all for her daughter? These questions among others plagued her mind daily. She prayed ceaselessly that vindication will meet her alive. That she could witness her daughter’s repentance and the disgrace of the charlatan prophet. In a bid to find a place in her heart to forgive her daughter, she laments her plight to God.

God of Justice,

I wish you would take my life rather than allow me endure this pain. Even though your Word says you will not give me anything I cannot bear, this test is too difficult. I am too weak to endure and don’t think I will be around for my own vindication. My daughter has dragged my image in the mud. I have been soiled and wonder what can make me clean again. Time without number I have heard of women accused of witchcraft by their own children. I never knew that I too would endure this stigma.

I have heard people justify such accusations by quoting Exodus 22:18 that states; “suffer not a witch to live. It is interesting how scripture comes in handy to back up man’s evil plans.Why do you still keep me in your presence and not strike me dead if I am a witch? Why do I continue to feel your presence anytime I talk to you? Is this my cross? My daughter and only child whom I bore at the brink of death has accused me of things I know nothing about. At the mere sign of danger, I will sacrifice my life for her. For as your Word asks in Isaiah 49: 15. “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?

You know I refused to marry again when her father died for fear that she would become a stepdaughter. Do I blame her or the so-called prophet who told her I was a witch? That I was the reason she had not been able to get pregnant after four years of marriage. That I was responsible for her father’s death and have eaten all the babies in my womb. What a ridiculous thing to say and a painful thing to hear! Do I blame my daughter who believed it or the prophet who said it? No doubt, my daughter is the cause of my pain. Not even the prophets of old who spoke directly from you could have convinced me that my own daughter was a witch. I believe in prophesy, but I measure it with the bible and the wisdom you have given to your children.

Great God, your Words are true and sure, I do not refute the existence of these witches. To do so would be foolish because you have taught me that we do not fight against flesh-and-blood, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places ; Ephesians 6: 2.  I wonder what to do to mend my broken heart due to this false accusation. What do I know of witchcraft but for what I see in movies? How can I change myself into an animal when I am afraid of even the cutest kitten?

When the one I love most in this world, looked me in the eye with hatred where there used to be love, I felt like dying. When she shouted accusations regardless of the neighbors, I envied the deaf for the first time in my life. It would have been better never to hear those words. It was as if a different person spoke through her, I had never seen her that way. I was confused when she asked me to untie her womb so she could have children. I did not need to ask her to explain herself for the insults that followed were as blows received in a boxing ring.

Every punch sent me reeling with shock; I wonder how I could stand on my feet for so long because I felt suddenly numb. Only you oh God, could have kept me so strong. The greatest blow ringing in my ear until now is the word; “Witch”! which was followed by the clapping of her hands and stumping of her feet. It was as if she had known no education or morals. When she warned me never to come near her again, I died inside because I had made her my life. Who will be my friend, my sister and confidant? Who will believe my story and how do I prove my innocence? Vindicate me Lord, for when the heart comes out to say it has a hole in it, everyone will believe it.

Wipe my tears and keep my lips far from a curse despite the indelible stain she has placed upon my life. How can the lips that daily uttered the words ” I love you, mum” change to such wicked accusations? Where is the love and respect I used to see in her eyes anytime she looked at me? Where are you God of justice, be silent no more! Your Word says you hate all  who prophecy falsely in your name. I wish I could storm the prophet’s church and accuse the charlatan of breaking my home but wisdom cautions me not to go that way. The brainwashed congregation may harm me and truly believe that my rage and quest for vindication is indeed a sign of witchcraft. They accept every word that comes out of the mouth of the so-called prophet like the Word of God.  How did my daughter find herself in that church? That was the 9th church she had visited in less than three months despite my caution that you do not reside in buildings. Are you no more omnipresent, or do you now have favorite places of habitation?

Did Christianity come to bring us bondage or the liberation for which Jesus suffered? Did he come to break the chains only for us to bind ourselves tighter, unable to enjoy his sacrifice? Your people are truly perishing for lack of knowledge as you warned. Where is the liberty in Christ? Where is the love? Where is the power to liberate the mind? Hold my heart, oh God! Comfort me and vindicate me speedily because I am sinking deeper into depression. Give me the zeal to continue living that I may once again see the love in my daughter’s eyes. And witness the quest for forgiveness pouring from her lips.

You alone know the true answers to these questions; so tell me. Why are the so-called witches far more than the wizards? Why do young women suddenly become witches when they become old women? Why are those at the witch camps unable to fly away to safety or devour the human beings who keep them captive? Why are they physically caned in an attempt to punish the spiritual wickedness residing in them? Why has life turned to a race, to the extent that we rather give you the deadlines? Why do we neglect your will for what we want to see happen in our lives? When to have a job, where to go to school, when to marry, have children, male or female, durations between them, where we want to live, the cars we want to drive to mention a few.

Does the created now dictate to the creator? Why are we ready to cast stones at innocent ones blaming them for our own mistakes, challenges, delays and most importantly your will for our lives? It seems our power as Christians suffers at the hands of ignorance. I was shocked to hear of an instance when a student failed an important paper on a Monday morning after an all night prayer session. He slept behind the paper and turned around to blame the witches in his household for his failure. How does one cheat nature like this and expect to win? Help us see that you are a Just God; that a man truly reaps what he sows.

If I thought education had more power over religion, I know better now. The educational height, I sacrificed for my daughter has proved futile. I wonder how she forgot that I fasted and prayed more for her than I did for myself. How could she forget that I fell sick anytime she was sick because I was afraid to lose her? That i stood by her bed at night as she slept searching for a sign of her heartbeat. That I covered all her mistakes when her husband came to ask for her hand in marriage painting the perfect picture that was far from the truth. Has she forgotten how I secretly went to cook all her meals in her matrimonial home until she was perfect to cover her shame? How I helped with all the household chores to ease her stress? Is this witchcraft label my reward for all the sacrifice?

If I were a witch, why did I let her go freely after publicly humiliating me? Does this witch have a heart after all? What is the use of the bible classes I encouraged her to attend to make her more knowledgeable in your Word? It is interesting how the real witches are let off the hook while those of us who know nothing fall prey to these charlatans. It is easier to take the blame for a crime committed than to be falsely accused. Who will fight for me but you oh lord? This cross is too heavy; bring helpers my way! Open my daughter’s eyes to the truth and I will continue to serve you, all the days of my life.

I pity the real men of God who speak only when you have spoken. I speak of those who add wisdom to their spiritual gifts in order not to break up families. Those who seek your face continually and keep their mouth shut, when you have revealed nothing to them. Those who hold their tongue when they do not understand what they see for your ways are mysterious. Those real men of God have lost their respect due to the misdeeds of the fakes.

Do the ones who speak out of ignorance understand that you hate their deeds with a passion? Can they comprehend how you value your Words even above your name? Your name that is above all names is now misused and abused. Do they know the disaster that awaits them, anytime they say what you have not said? When they crave man’s applause wowing the congregation, can they feel your wrath? Do they know how you feel anytime they insult your Holy Spirit like this? The many tears shed by innocent women spell out their own doom; for even Jesus could not stand a weeping woman.

As I beat my naked bosom before you in despair, I pray you show yourself strong in my case. Let the whole world know that you are my God! My God, above whom I have placed no other god. You are the God who attends to the cry of his people and rescues them out of the hands of the wicked. Rescue me lord, the wicked seek to devour me alive! What I fear has come upon me and my daughter has rejected me. The pain in her eyes as she accused me, told me that I had hurt her deeper than anyone had. Oh lord, I am not capable of this and you know it. Do not be silent! Speak for all to hear!

Who am I to feed my daughter to wolves when you did not feed me to the roaming lion, Satan? Who am I to close her womb when I am not omniscient? Who am I to follow her around when I am not omnipresent? Who am I to do all these when I am not omnipotent? Your potency is what I need to bring me out of this dilemma. My neighbors point hands at me, whispering at my back. They say vile things, which they know nothing about. They look strangely at me as if I were not part of this planet and back away with fear when I pass by. I am but a mere mortal mistaken for a witch. They have quickly forgotten my good deeds and thrown my kindness in my face as if I were a piece of trash.

I have been soiled, shamed and killed; I am a living dead! At least I was not disgraced before a congregation like the woman who died last year. The shame was too much for her. How was she to defend herself? Who would fight for her? How does one defend herself amid blinded multitudes that see their pastors as God? Your people have neglected you, casting down all wisdom and following ignorance. Save us Lord, this manipulation is deadly! If a so-called prophet accuses a young virgin of fornication, how does she shout out the lie in the midst of the congregation without being called possessed?

We are in bondage, Lord teach us! Teach us to understand the workings of your Spirit. Teach us to overcome the fear that causes us to see that, which do not exist. Teach us to be patient so we do not lay blame on the innocent. Let us grasp your individual will for our lives. Teach us to understand that our ways are not your ways. That it is your will that will prevail regardless of our plans. Teach us that not every barren woman is cursed and not every old woman is a witch. Help us fathom that not all spinsters are married in the spiritual realm. That not every woman will get pregnant within a year of her marriage. Some may never have children and must not live in shame.

Let understanding fill us to appreciate that it is possible for a woman to have a baby at fifty if that is your will for her. Bring us to the realization that we cannot give you deadlines. We do not have the power to create ourselves and even taking away our own lives is an abomination before you. Teach us to be still and watch you work after we have prayed, fasted and given you thanks. Let us not go astray when we do not understand what is happening in our lives because our minds cannot fully comprehend your ways. The desires of our flesh are too powerful to wait before you. Please help us overcome!

Give us the peace to accept your will for our lives. Give us courage to face the brunt of society that questions your will for our lives. Teach us to be content when we have tried all we can and the situation does not change. Teach us to know your power that is stronger than any witch or evil spirit. Let us come to the realization that we disgrace you in our fear. This fear communicates to you that you cannot save your children from the hands of the enemy. Teach us, oh lord teach us!

Save my daughter and open her eyes, I forgive her as you forgave me on the cross of Calvary. I come to you on her behalf. Open her womb and let her know that you are God omnipotent, who does things in your own time. No one can advice you for the wisdom of man is a tiny fraction of yours. When all is said and done, reveal to her why you caused this to happen. The reason for wanting her to wait is yours alone. Let her call me mummy again, I yearn to hear those words. Who can comprehend a mother’s love? Let her experience power, mercy and love all the days of her life. But if my daughter never gets to know the truth or refuses to call me mummy again, then help me fly away. Give me the wings to fly far away from this cruel world into your bosom where even real witches are forgiven. Amen…


Matthew 24: 24

For false christs and false prophets will arise and perform great signs and wonders, so as to lead astray, if possible, even the elect.

2 Timothy 4: 3

For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions,

2 Peter 2: 1-3

But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their sensuality, and because of them the way of truth will be blasphemed. And in their greed they will exploit you with false words. Their condemnation from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep.

Deuteronomy 18: 22

When a prophet speaks in the name of the Lord, if the word does not come to pass or come true, that is a word that the Lord has not spoken; the prophet has spoken it presumptuously. You need not be afraid of him.


  1. Does the issue of false accusation of witchcraft in the church plague your society?
  1. Would you be able to forgive your daughter if you were Mrs. Wellington?
  1. Why does God deal very harshly with false prophets who say what He has not said?
  1. If you were Mrs. Wellington’s daughter, how differently would you have acted when the prophet gave you that revelation even if it was the truth?
  1. Does every problem a Christian encounters here on earth have to do with evil spirits?

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5 thoughts on “I AM NOT A WITCH!

  1. We have to be very careful with false prophets in our lives and in our churches. We had this experience at our last church – a member deliberately leading people astray with apostate testimony. That’s the issue. It was a very difficult time for those involved. I only learned about it later and it was why I left.


  2. This was an interesting article, Matilda. I’ve run into some false prophets in my years, and why people listen to them is beyond me. As in your post, all of them seem to miss the most basic of all commands… love God and love people. I appreciated the Scripture list and good discussion questions also.


    1. You are right Susan, this is a topic very dear to my life because a lot of us are being led astray for lack of knowledge. Families have been divided and many people have become suspicious lacking peace because of what has been said to them. We need to delve into the word of God ourselves so we can be more discerning.



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