On September 17 I wrote a Facebook post….
I never posted it…..I didn’t click send, I didn’t finish writing it….
I spoke to my handmaiden Asnat….
This is a De-Javu….
I copied the post, and sent it to my email….maybe it will be a blog post….I told myself, why do I want to write it, but why am I not wanting to post it….
To post or not to post….
I didn’t post it….it was that moment when I knew I had escaped something, it was that moment I knew…..
2 weeks later…..HE DIED, it was the mother of all freak accidents!
Then I remembered, the Facebook post I never posted!
It had happened before….6 years ago I wrote a Facebook post, but I posted it….then exactly 2 weeks later….HE DIED
I woke up on 9 November 2020 my Facebook post blowing up, they all said I had predicted the death of Genius Kadungure….
Exactly a year later my 7 children went into Captivity….
The NOVEMBER SACRIFICE
This time on the other side, I didn’t post that post….
You can reverse the sands of TIME….
Did you know…..?
The whole world is watching something happen, yet they don’t know what it is….they celebrate these people, yet they call Kubala cursed….not knowing with each catastrophic event, they themselves are watching themselves in reverse, in a mirror yet they know not….
Does Marry Mubaiwa come to mind….does a certain woman worshiped by Zimbabweans today come to mind? She replaced Marry, yet she knows not her time is coming….around the corner….like a thief in the night….
A picture of the Moabites….A picture of Zimbabwe, the list goes on….the fall of Molech has begun….
The abomination of the desolation….
My 7 children going into captivity was a blessing in disguise….the world will not understand it yet today, but they will come back here….
The shift and interchange has already happened….
Today I did a Facebook post by the way….and it went something like….
Yes it’s all connected….
3 women, 6 years, 3 years apart, Safi of Kubala in the middle….
2 Moabite men are gone, one Hebrew King remains….
Atehene, in bonds, in captivity but he remains….
Oh and I love to brag by the way, not about private jets, not about drinking champagne, and certainly not about leaving KUBALA….as some did and ended up dashed to pieces….I will never leave Kubala….I will never leave Baba Charo. I love to brag about my beauty, because I know that 10 children later, no woman on this earth could ever look this good!
FACT!
I am the Mother of Chaka, and I have spoken. My words are sealed among the Gods.
Kubala Kubala Ilizwe!
