I'm not sure exactly when it started, but I started having this strange experience when I felt like someone was behind me sitting on this stack of black chairs stored in our kitchen. Whenever I turned around to look, there was no one. But as soon as I looked away, I could see this person. I'm not sure when, but at some point, I told my mother and stepdad about this strange encounter I had for months. They asked me to describe this person and how they were dressed. I described this person in detail, and my stepdad just nonchalantly blurted out, "Oh, that's my mother; she was wearing her Sunday best for church. She loved that church uniform. She must like you. She is watching over you." I had never met her or saw her pictures. My only concern was how to stop myself from seeing her. My mom advised me that the next time I see her, I should acknowledge and politely and respectfully ask her to leave. The next time I felt her spirit, I did just that and never saw her again. Ten years later, I showered, wiped myself dry with a towel, and threw it on a hook. I went about getting ready for work and turned around and saw the same towel, which scared the daylight out of me. It looked like the image above and felt occupied by a spirit. It took me back to my experience when I was 11 years old. In my spirit, I could hear the word "Morungwa," which in my mother's first language means an angel or a messenger, depending on the context. I took a low-quality picture on my phone and later painted it. The horn was what I saw when I saw the hook the towel was hanging on. And the swing over a body of water was just this idea that engaging with spiritual matters is like playing with danger. It could turn out OK, or you could find yourself in a world of trouble and terror. It is not to be taken lightly.
