Hi. I would like to share an awful and very traumatic experience with the
prophetic and Christian community of South Africa. Here is my story.
I had been going through a very difficult time with battling to find
employment and, when eventually finding work, having to work in appalling
and abusive working conditions. I was engaged to the father of my three and
a half year old son. Things were not good between us. We both worked long,
hard hours and we never spent time together. Our salaries were not much at
all and we battled financially.. With us stayed my father who had huge
financial problems of his own.
So yes my life didn't look promising . I worked at a video shop where the
staff were treated very harshly by the owner. I was so unhappy. But I just
had to take the abuse and hang in there, I had a child to look after.
One day while working at the shop a man walked in and stared very
strangely at me for a long period of time. He then walked out. The next day
he was back staring at me again in the most strangest of ways. He had never
been in the shop before. Again he left with out opening a contract or saying
anything.
The third day he was back. He this time came to me asking me to help him
open an account to take out dvds. He asked me to fill out the application
form for him. He gave me the impression that he could not write. He then
asked me to help him choose movies because he wasn't too sure how to pick
them. So I helped him choose two. The fourth day he came in again and hung
around the back of the shop staring at me through the shelves. He then
called me to the back of the shop.
He asked me if I could see things, meaning spirits and having a second
sight, because he could see something very special about me. He told me that
he was a prophet and that God was showing him things about me that he needed
to discuss urgently with me. Naturally I was very intrigued so I told him he
could come to my house the following Saturday.
That Saturday he arrived in the morning. He told me that what he needed
to tell me I would never believe. The Lord had sent him to come and talk to
me and help me he said. He told me that God was showing him that I was on a
downward spiral of destruction and that I needed someone to take care of me.
He told me that God and 3 prophets from Pretoria had described me to him and
told him that he would find his wife in East London. I was completely blown
away by this information. He then asked me to spend the next day with him at
his place
The next day I spent the day with him. He told me more things about
myself that I could not understand how he knew. He kept on telling me God
was showing him these things. He bragged that he was earning a huge salary
at a construction co. he was working for and needed someone to spoil and
spend the money on. If I married him I would never have to battle or work
ever again. I fell for it like a fool. I truly thought God had sent him. .
He spoilt me rotten by buying me anything I wanted. He took me away to
Summer strand hotel in PE where he spent so much money on me and took me out
to different places and restaurants. He kept on reminding me of his huge
salary and even convinced me to show my father his very impressive salary
slip.
Within three months of seeing him I gave in to his persistent badgering
about getting married. I had broken off the engagement to my child's father.
The prophet kept on and on at me pressurizing me about getting married to
him. I kept on telling him there was no need to hurry and that we should
wait. He then would get angry and moody and would keep on and on about
getting married. My family was very concerned about him putting so much
pressure on me to get married so quickly. They were afraid that he was
hiding things.
Against my father and my family's wishes I gave in to his demands. I
resigned from my job and he moved all my belongings into his place and I
moved in with him. He told me that it would be better for my son, to
stay with my father and my child's father because then he would be able to
get to preschool easier.
My days ahead were confusing and lonely. He kept me a virtual prisoner at
his home with no access to any phone or friends. He would not allow me to go
to my home and spend time with my child because he was extremely jealous of
my child's father who was staying at my house at the time and he did not
want my child at his place because, according to him, my child did not
listen and would ruin the garden and his house. Can you believe it?
But this man of God was now my husband and I had to obey him. He kept on
reminding me that it was one of Gods commandments "wives must obey their
husbands at all times". One day he mysteriously told me he was resigning
from his job and he wanted to start a business in Pretoria. We would leave
within a few days and once we were settled we would fetch my son and he would
live with us.
My dad and my child's father would not hear of it. They knew that
this man was not a person who would tolerate children
easily. So we moved up to Pretoria and that's when the trouble started. He
would speak for hours, lovingly to his ex coloured wife on the phone in
front of me, telling her how much he loved and missed her. I had to go with
him everywhere and be with him constantly helping him with his odd carpentry
jobs. When going to buy wood and supplies he would leave me in the boiling
hot car for hours.
I could right a book on all the abuse I had to endure. Christmas came. He
miraculously told me I could go back to East London and spend Christmas with
my family. He drove me back and he went back to Pretoria the next day. After
Christmas he phoned telling me it was time to come back to him. He paid for
my bus ticket and I returned only to get a very cold welcoming on the other
end. He told me that his ex wife, had spent a few days with him
in our flat and pointed out how strangely all the neighbours looked at us.
He made such a joke of it.
...
He then drove us to Legal Wise and got the divorce papers written up. All
the time on the way there he was phoning his family and friends telling them
that he was divorcing me and he couldn't wait for me to get out of his life.
After a long traumatic time at the court he made me phone my father asking
him to put money into his account that I could get a bus ticket home.
...
A week later he phoned me again telling me he found a new girlfriend and that I must back off. I was so confused. A month later
he phoned me again telling me that they were just friends and that he had
just been to a church service that morning and the service was all about
husbands and wives and reconciliation. He said the service was mind blowing.
He was shocked at how strongly God was talking to him through the service
and telling him to get back with me. A few days afterwards He phoned my
friend arranging with her to secretly drive me to the bus depot behind my
family's back.
Again like a fool I went back. Again he had been so convincing about God
talking to him. Half way to PTA he phoned my friend and thanked her for
helping us get back together and he would never forget her help. He then
phoned me while still on the bus telling me he could not wait to see me and
that he had a big surprise waiting for me when I got to PTA.
...
I could clearly see that this man was, sickly obsessed with this woman.
I was shocked and now I was stuck here with this mad person miles and
miles from home. What had I done? The woman next door came home and he went out to meet
her and brought her into the flat to meet me. He couldn't take his eyes off
her.
That evening I refused to sleep with him so he locked me up in our flat
and he slept with the woman in her flat. I jumped off his balcony and went to
the neighbours and phoned my father begging him to send someone to fetch me.
I was so devastated and shocked that I was not thinking straight. It was 11
O' clock in the evening. Now I was stuck outside in the dark. I didn't know
what on earth to do.
I had to go to the woman's door and knock on it to wake
them up for him to let me back into his flat. I was shaking. It felt like I
was losing my mind. I was so shocked I couldn't even cry. I knocked at her
door and he opened it. He seemed so surprised to see me standing there. He
then came outside and opened our flat for me to go in. That evening I took
his phone and deleted all my family's numbers and mine off it.
I wanted to just get back to EL and never have a thing to do with this
monster again. He had taken derogatory pictures of me on his phone a few
weeks beforehand and I tried to delete those too. In the morning he found
out what I had done. He was furious. He grabbed my bags and threw out all my
belongings making sure none of his things were in them. He then threatened
me with the police. I told him that all I wanted to do was to go home. He
then burst out laughing and showed me that he had saved my number and
family's number in a private file on his phone as well as the pictures. He
then threatened to put the pictures on the Internet.
The next morning he was in and out of the woman's flat continuously. I now
realized that they were in a relationship and that they had both planned
this whole thing, to get me to PTA, and expose there relationship before me
just for his sick amusement. I realized that this girl was behind
everything. He then made me pack my bags again and phone my dad to send
money to his account that I could get a bus home.
He left me standing outside his locked Bakkie for two hours while he was
in the flat with the woman behind the closed door. There are absolutely no
words to describe what I felt standing there waiting for him to take me to
the bus depot. One of them was "numb". In his Bakkie on the way to the depot
he was speaking to the woman on the phone telling her that he just wanted me
out of the way that they could be together. He told me that they were going
to get married and that he would send me a wedding photo. He was then
phoning his mother and sisters telling them that I was trying to break them
up and that I was rubbish.
Again he dropped me off about 6 hours before my bus was to leave. He dropped me off
and sped away. Two months later he phoned me up again and asked if I would
remarry him. The very next day he phoned me again telling me that he and a
woman ,who he had just moved in with, had run away from PTA and a few days
before that her husband ,who was a detective, had nearly shot him. All the
time he was telling me this about this woman's husband he was laughing as if
it was a huge joke.
He had obviously broken up there marriage with his lies. A month later
they got married. He again phoned me up and bragged to me that she was a
very wealthy woman and that he would never have to work again.
I ask myself now is there truly a God?. And if there is why did He not
warn and protect me against this sadistic psychopath who pressurized me into
marriage. Why did he not protect me against this monster, who uses him, God,
to trick and stalk women. Yes this man stalks women and cons them,
pretending to be a pastor and a prophet. I have never seen a man so obsessed
with women in my life before. He was so obsessed that he kept me a prisoner
at his home in East London, away from my child and my family.
He is going around forcing people into things by lying to them, conning
and manipulating them. He is ruining peoples lives. He is a very clever and
dangerous individual. He has put myself and my family through hell.
