Twenty-one years ago, I was called to the prophetic ministry and later instructed to move to the U.S. Being raised in a spiritually non-existent broken home, I had no idea that God could have been interested in a person like me. as I left my broken home and later moved to South Africa, I thought to have finally left all my nightmares behind. I was becoming a woman of my own with the hope to finish school and find a decent job. I had planned to become a doctor, a lawyer, and a writer, all in one.
But I found out very quickly while on foreign soil that not having any financial means to pay for school my dreams were going into the drain. The reality of living in South Africa was that the young native black south Africans were themselves competing for the same opportunities that I could only dream about. But I did have hope that I will finish school somehow. I didn’t want to feel vulnerable as I did the first twenty years of my life in a broken home with no voice, no one to rescue me. I was very driven to make something for myself.
I came from a very abusive environment that stripped me of self-esteem and self-worth, I had none. But I was a highly functional broken soul, meeting me would not have given any indication that I was broken inside. I had developed survival skills very early from the age of six. I suffered mental and physical abuse and I came face to face with death twice and both times I was rescued literary by divine intervention. So when I had the opportunity to leave home at the age of twenty, I would not look back, I was gone. But it wasn’t until 2016 that I will be finally free of carrying that heavy burden for years. I was gone with the wind, free at last, free at last, free at last.