At one point in time I would have this peculiar dream over and over again. Every night I was dreaming the same thing. I was in a house and suddenly, an earthquake started. As it did, the house began sailing along, traveling at a terrible speed. It eventually landed someplace and I woke up.
Then, one night I had the last dream of the house. In this dream I was in the house and some brethren came to me. They were African brethren. (Afterwards I got to know them all.) They said to me, “Brother duCille, we are begging you to come to Nigeria to help us.” Suddenly, the earthquake started and the house began to sail along. We felt that we certainly were going to crash and die, but the house came to the edge of a cliff. It took off across the ocean and landed us on a beach on the other side of the ocean. (Afterwards we found out that it was the Atlantic Ocean.) When we were landed, we came out and all these African brethren surrounded us. In a moment, a terrible “fish” monster, which was half fish and half woman, came up out of the sea and attacked us. I grabbed my sharp machete, attacked the monster and slew it.
One thing you learn about Jamaicans is that every one of us has a machete. We use it at home to split wood, to trim the garden, and even to mow the lawn. You see a man get down and “swish, swish,” the grass is flying. We use the machete as a household tool to do any little thing with it and of course, sometimes it becomes a weapon. In this dream I used it to kill the monster. We were glad to be delivered from it. By the time I turned around, I saw my wife, Mavis, with a pot of the size of a stage platform. She was picking up this fish, putting it in the pot and making a feast out of it. Everybody then gathered around to eat.
I am talking about the Mami Wata spirit that ruled over Nigeria. God used this dream to speak to me about Nigeria. By this He outlined what we should do there. Let me share with you in the following pages what happened.
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