I first disregarded the dreams. I assumed they were simply the product of exhaustion and stress. But I realised something wasn’t right when the same weird dream started happening every week for over two months. A shadowy figure would emerge and take something from my hands while I was travelling down a dark street. I would wake up feeling like I had lost something important, scared, my pulse pounding, and oddly depressed.
I’m Martha Wanjiku, and I’ve always valued prayer and diligence. However, nothing appeared to go ahead in my life for over three years. Even though I was qualified, I never received a response to my job applications. Twice, my modest business failed. I never had relationships that lasted more than a few months. Every time I moved forward, it seemed like something pulled me back five paces… CONTINUE READING
