I grew up hearing stories
about weave-on and attachments, and how connected they may be to marine
spirits. In fact, I heard at a time that they import them from the base of the
marine goddess…wherever that is. I smiled at my ignorance when I grew up to know
their origin.
People got tired of the
good old weave-on and attachments, and fell in love with the human hair. I read
an article not too long ago about an Indian who goes back home to cut from the
long hairs of female Indians to sell in Nigeria. Never did we know what the
repercussions of using the human hair could be.
An Abuja based TV
producer/ presenter, blogger, and MD/CEO of Rayzeds Media, Rachel Edjeren,
shared some days back on her blog about the day she was chased in a dream by
the Indian hair she fixed. Read her story below:
“My sister in-law came to pray with me last two years. She said she was
experiencing ill luck during the week–so many nasty things happening to her.
I prayed with her and the Spirit led me to ask her what hair she had
on, she said Indian. I was led to tell her to remove it and not give out but
pray and burn it. She obeyed and things went back to normal. Sometime after
that, my hubby and I watched a documentary on how ladies in India sacrifice
their hair to the gods if they have nothing else worthy to sacrifice.
My husband likes human hair. So even though I like my full dreadlocks
kind of hairstyles, I give him what he likes most times. I have done brazilian
and Peruvian hair so thought to try something different and more natural which
is Indian hair.
Last weekend I ordered for it and made it. Prayed on it and believed it was
fine. Yesterday night (March 14, 2013) I had the strangest of dreams. I saw
that I made a hair that allowed me to pack it thus project my face and make it
look slimmer. All of a sudden, I got into a scuffle with 3 people who began to
chase me all over the place to kill me. I got off from them narrowly and ran
into a market. There, a mad man began to chase me.
I escaped him narrowly then 2 Molester-thugs
came after me. All the while, I felt I was carrying someone else’s face.
I ran into a house with people praying. The
lady in charge there looked at me and showed me a picture of myself with my
regular synthetic dread-like hair and said “but that is your regular look, why
are you carrying someone else’s face. Then from nowhere another lovely lady
came from outside, drew me to the corner and began to ask me about my look. She
said “you are having problems with your hair right?” Whilst she was talking, I
noticed something in her mouth; a bowl of cowries and the face of a Benin god.
I looked closer and asked her what it was and why she had it.
She said her man likes her because of that decor in her mouth—cowries and the face of a god like a shrine in one’s mouth? She also said that she is comfortable and that it’s beautiful.
She said her man likes her because of that decor in her mouth—cowries and the face of a god like a shrine in one’s mouth? She also said that she is comfortable and that it’s beautiful.
I woke up and prayed and immediately understood
what the message was but didn’t want to let go of my cute human hair that cost
so much. I decided to ask my husband because he interprets dreams accurately.
He immediately told me to remove the hair. At
the same time, the Spirit told me to cut it off and not remove it gracefully
because it tried to bring me shame and pain.
Cut it off, anoint your head, anoint and pray
on the hair to refute all ill and do not just throw it away but BURN IT. I
obeyed.
I have decided to only carry my natural hair or
synthetic hair.
This is because the Bible says; “The hair is
the woman’s crowning glory”. Carrying another’s is like carrying the other
person’s spirit. The worst is even Indian. Nothing wrong with Indians; they are
beautiful and we love them especially in films but those hairs sold are
sacrifices to gods. Thus, they are cursed.”
This may mean nothing to you, and to another person, it may be an eye opener. Whatever it is to you, I believe there’s always a lesson to learn in other people’s experiences. Be wise.
This may mean nothing to you, and to another person, it may be an eye opener. Whatever it is to you, I believe there’s always a lesson to learn in other people’s experiences. Be wise.
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