Generational Curses Are Real?
Author: David Oletu
Do not trivialize spiritual happenings; they are real.
Grace, miracles, and even curses are real.
We could receive those things as a result of either our faith or attitude towards life and the people around us.
Truthfully, many Challenges humans faces today, could be the result of their mistakes or attitudes.
This means that those issues could have been avoided if only they had the right knowledge and attitude.
However, we shouldn’t also discard the fact that many problems we see today could also be beyond natural: they are supernatural.
Many times, we just can’t explain it unless we seek God’s intervention.
Generational Curses Are Real?
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Jesus instructs us to pray without ceasing,
and that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers.
Generational Curses Are Real?
I mean…
How do you explain the case of a young, vibrant man who, from his childhood days, does not receive favour from men?
He is healthy, calm, well-mannered, hardworking, and very handsome melanin, yet with all these qualities, he can’t attract blessings from others.
Even when he is on the verge of receiving those blessings, either something tragic happens to his helper(s) or his helpers suddenly change their good minds towards him.
Who did he offend from birth?
Or would we say he failed to yield to the motivational words and philosophical life principles that seemed to have been described as the only smooth road to success in life?
Despite possessing magnificent traits and qualities?
This is to show that the place of prayer is indeed non-negotiable in this world.
My name is Ayomide, and this is my story:
Generational Curses Are Real?
I lived in a small town with my father in an uncompleted building, not befitting for human habitation.
I am that vibrant, very handsome, melanin young man with several good traits from birth,
but whose life could not attract favours and blessings from men.
It felt like a lonely world to me.
I go about every day with tears in my eyes that are enough to fill a river,
seeking answers to my questions like a child in search of the Arodan novel.
Have I offended anyone in my former life?
Was I smelling?
Why does it seem like my efforts were wasted despite my level of hard work and intelligence?
Why do my helpers suddenly disappear in thin air each time they are about to come to my aid?
Why?!
The only helper I had was my biological father.
My mother died of severe asthma because we couldn’t afford quality treatment and medications for her.
We lived in abject poverty.
My father was determined to see me through school and break whatever curse was following us,
because he also experienced the same challenges as mine in his prime.
At least, my father was able to help me complete my secondary school education in the intense hardship,
but all efforts to further my education at the university level were fruitless.
Generational Curses Are Real?
One day, my father finally let the cat out of the bag;
he revealed the story behind the hardships that run through the family lineage.
According to him, his father told him the same tale when he was of age, just as his grandfather had told his father the same tale.
“Ayomide, I think you are of age to know the truth,”
my father said to me as he drew me closer to him in his arms when I couldn’t curtail my tears anymore. I was only 22.
“What we face in our home isn’t ordinary. It was a result of your great-great-great grandfather’s evil action.
Generational Curses Are Real?
His name was Ijogbon.”My father began the story with his eyes facing the sky.
“Ijogbon was a man full of material wealth. We are not supposed to be poor,” my father continued.
“If only Ijogbon was sensible enough to display a good attitude toward people, just as he displayed his material wealth proudly,
his material wealth would have been sustained and inherited by a thousand generations from his lineage.
We wouldn’t have been suffering for his sins.
Ijogbon was so full of himself—he was very proud.
He goes around his village with his notorious entourage to oppress every other human who lives in the same village with him.
And He felt that with the material wealth he possessed, he could have whatever he wanted, anyhow he wanted it, and go scot-free.
One day, on his arrival with his men at his village river, he met a young, fair girl whose beauty was striking—enough to make a man go crazy.
She was alone by the river.
She was coming out of the river wet. She had probably just finished having a good time swimming.
Her tight, wet, and short wrapper revealed the shape of her hips and breasts, and her fair, fresh laps were insanely alluring.
The moment she passed by Ijogbon, all eyes stared at her buttocks, which were shaking seductively as she took each step.
In the mind of Ijogbon, his food cannot just pass by him without him at least having a taste of it.
Ijogbon couldn’t control his urge to just grab her from behind to satisfy his immediate sexual cravings at the sight of her.
Ijogbon’s one-eyed trouser snake was happily spitting out its sticky white fluid substance, already so eager to excessively fill her deep holes.
It was already dripping, ready to be deposited, and causing Ijogbon to be wet underneath and uncontrollably in the mood.
Ijogbon’s head wasn’t thinking anymore;
rather, he followed the lead of his already stiffened straight one-eyed trouser snake,
having whispered to two of his men to overpower and carry the girl to a nearby bush where no one would see him.
While moving closer to the girl inside the bush, Ijogbon gave her an evil smile.
She trembles in fear at the sight of him.
Ijogbon went on to slowly undress her, tie her mouth with her wrapper, lick his lips, spank her buttocks and breasts,
and violently rape her like someone who had been angry with her or had been sex-starved for decades.
He moaned pleasurably, while she cried in pain in the process.
Ijogbon raped her to his ‘full’ satisfaction and left her bleeding excessively and burning painfully in her private parts.
Just before Ijogbon ran out of the scene, he warned her never to say a word.
“What if she even says a word? Who dares challenge Ijogbon?” Ijogbon soliloquized.
Ijogbon had probably thought she was one of those low-class girls he could molest anyhow and go away with it.
He went away as usual, feeling proud to have achieved another of his wicked desires.
However, the next day, the king summoned Ijogbon to the palace.
Generational Curses Are Real?
Ijogbon wondered why the king would summon him, but, then, he wasn’t bothered.
He acknowledged the call and went to the palace with his men in pride.
When he got to the palace, he saw the girl he raped standing with the Chief Priest, whose face was red and strong.
“Why was the Chief Priest that angry?
What could have been the connection between the Chief Priest and the girl?”
Ijogbon questioned out of curiosity in his mind.
After a brief silence in the palace at the arrival of Ijogbon, the king proceeded to ask Ijogbon,
“Do you know this girl?” pointing at the girl Ijogbon raped.
“Yes? I do,”
Ijogbon answered, still feeling arrogant and ready to use some defence mechanism or money to get away with his wicked act.
“Well…” the king continued, “let me enlighten you better.
She is the last child and only daughter of our chief priest.
Her name is Ifatola, and she is 16 years old,” the king said.
The moment Ijogbon heard this from the king, he felt weakened immediately.
His mouth became round—widely opened in shock—while staring at the girl and her father, the chief priest.
At that point, it felt like the ground should swallow him.
“A 16-year-old girl, yet she looks so mature?
And the lastborn and only daughter of the chief priest?” Ijogbon wondered silently, feeling doomed!
He realized how he had finally put his hands in the mouth of a tiger—inside something that would destroy him completely.
The chief priest, out of anger and in the presence of everyone at the palace that day, placed a curse on Ijogbon,
saying that Ijogbon and his generation will, from that day on, live wretched lives and will never receive help or favour from anyone.
The chief priest cursed Ijogbon further,
saying that his life and the lives of his entire generation, both old and young, would forever be miserable.
For the first time, Ijogbon’s pride was humbled; he knelt to beg the king and chief priest to forgive him.
He felt remorse for his action, but the king rose angrily to add his judgment:
“Ijogbon, you’ve been a threat to this village. I have watched your evil ways ever since my late father was king. He lets you go scot-free.
But I have always been determined to deal with you appropriately if you refuse to change,” the king said.
“Ijogbon,” the king continued,
“for raping an underaged innocent girl, your hands will be cut off, your material wealth will be seized, and you will be banished from this village,”
the king judged.
Generational Curses Are Real?
The former king who overlooked Ijogbon’s consistent wicked acts was dead.
Despite how the people complained to him about Ijogbon, he gave deaf ears to them because of all the material wealth he benefited from Ijogbon.
The king’s son, who inherited the throne not long after his father had died, was the one who presided over the rape case of Ijogbon.
Thankfully, the new king was 10 times wiser and honest than his father.
Generational Curses Are Real?
My father concluded the story, taking his eyes off the dark sky to face me and saying:
“That is the genesis of the hardship we are facing in our family lineage: the generational curse!”
Out of curiosity, I asked my father, “So what have you been doing to resolve the issue?”
My father answered, “I accepted my fate.
While some of my siblings committed suicide to end the hardship,
I endured it because I was scared of dying. I had no guts like them to kill myself.”
“Hmmmmmm.” I became so lost in thought.
I now have a perfect understanding of what went wrong, and for the first time, I muttered “Jesus!” after hearing the whole story.
Generational Curses Are Real?
Even if I were an atheist who didn’t believe in any God, I still muttered the name of Jesus unconsciously.
I realized I was facing a spiritual battle,
and couldn’t have fought it all alone with my physical charms, smart thoughts, and busy hands.
I realized that the things of the supernatural are no respecter of the natural unless you live in the supernatural to begin to operate supernaturally.
Without any second thought, having heard the story behind my problem, I ran back straight to locate my friend, who once told me about Jesus.
I left that friend because of his Christian beliefs. I was tired of his preaching.
All I needed then was bread, not the word.
Now, it happens that I am in need of that word that could have served as the bread of life and hope I never had.
The moment I met my long-lost friend who once more, as usual, preached the word to me and led me to Christ, the narrative changed.
He prayed for me, and I began to live in the reality of God’s word for me.
I believe I am no longer under any curse or bondage because I now have Christ in me, the hope of glory, and that is my reality.
When I went back home to also lead my father to Christ, my father felt joy and content, like there was no issue at all.
My father remarked in excitement that the name he gave me, ‘Ayomide’ which means ‘my joy has come’, is eventually manifesting in his family.
And from the day we met Christ, we knew what true peace and joy were.
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Lessons:
Spiritual curses and battles exist,
but God, in his infinite love and mercy, can set us free if we believe and work in accordance with His will.
Do not despise the place of prayer. Life is more spiritual than we can ever imagine.
Also, to young people: avoid pride and crimes in your prime.
Don’t build a bad name and reputation for yourself,
you can save yourself and your unborn generation from the curses or consequences that follow.
Generational Curses Are Real?
Read: Where is God? – Diademng (thediademng.org)
