A lot of us are out here looking for that old woman in the village, crying out in the dead of night, “Who dey do me?!”
Why?
Because we believe in the spiritual heart.
We believe that Mama Nkechi with the crooked walking stick and an odd number of teeth is sitting somewhere under the mango tree, chanting your name backwards and blaming you for her arthritis.
You want to cast and bind?
You want to call fire down?
You believe she’s the reason you lost your job, the reason your data finishes in the middle of a Netflix movie and the reason your crush ghosted you.
Some of you even believe the village people packed their bags and followed you to Lagos in a danfo.
They upgraded.
They’re in the city now.
Maybe they even have Wi-Fi.
But let me speak from my reality goggles for a second.
Yes, spirituality is real.
Yes, unseen forces exist.
But listen, according to the laws of nature and common sense, no spiritual influence can touch you unless you first open the door, offer them tea and say, “Please, ruin my life.”
If you’re a stubborn goat of a child, you and I both know that nothing your parents say enters your ear.
If you’re obedient, everything they say becomes scripture.
That’s how spirituality works, it only works where it’s welcomed.
Now…
Let me say something you may not be ready for:
You… yes YOU… might just be the witch in your own life.
Your attitude, your laziness, your lack of discipline, that might be the black cat you’ve been dreaming about.
You’re blaming witches.
But are you really cursed?
Or are you just bad with money and addicted to vibes?
You believe in witchcraft, but you don’t believe in God.
You believe somebody somewhere is tying your destiny with red cloth,
but you don’t believe the One who gave you the destiny in the first place.
Make it make sense!
Listen, if you exist, then God exists.
You didn’t just fall from the sky like suya from a drunk hawker’s hand.
Somebody designed you. Somebody programmed you.
And newsflash: it wasn’t Mama Nkechi!
Now, let’s go deeper.
Some of you are hosting witchcraft meetings every Friday night,
and the coven is called “The Boys” or “My Real Gs”.
Ask yourself this:
On a normal day, do your friends talk about building?
Or breaking?
Do they suggest ideas or just insults?
Do they push you forward or drag you back like a generator with a faulty plug?
See, there are only two types of people in this life:
The Growers and The Glitchers.
The growers want to build, grow, evolve.
The glitchers? They want to destroy, distract and disorder your destiny.
You might even be the glitch in your own system.
Let me bring it home:
I’ve been celibate for one year.
Yes, one whole year.
And not because I don’t like women.
I love women, I love women so much, I had to stop myself from loving all of them at once.
But one day, I asked myself:
“Bro, this thing you’re doing… is it taking you forward or backward?”
And guess what?
The answer was loud and clear.
So I paused the game.
I’m thinking long-term. Not just “vibes and inshallah.”
Now, let’s talk about your friends again.
The ones that want to go out every night.
The ones who turn “let’s hang out” into a life philosophy.
What exactly is the goal of those meetups?
Are we networking or net-wasting?
Is there an award somewhere for “Best in Womanizing”?
“Best in Clubbing”?
“Most Consistent Beer Consumer”?
No?
Okay, just checking.
Let me be honest:
Some of you were “innocent” before you met certain friends.
Now you can’t walk past a perfume store without remembering one girl named Blessing and bad decisions made at 2am.
But that’s not their fault anymore.
It’s yours.
You’re grown.
It’s time to choose deliberately.
Ask yourself every day:
What I’m about to do, is it building me or breaking me?
Does it add to me or subtract from me?
Am I proud of it?
Or am I just addicted to the applause of empty people?
Before I go, let me say this:
Your friends are tools.
Some are hammers.
Some are hand grenades.
Use them wisely.
Maintain relationships, but apply wisdom.
Don’t invite the bulldozer into your living room just because you want company.
And listen, even when you give, don’t just dash and go.
Teach them something.
Even your mechanic needs a mentor.
If you keep giving without building, you’re not generous.
You’re just irresponsible with your energy.
Now that you’ve watched this video or read this post, do me one favor:
Take 10 minutes today and assess your life.
Not just vibes, but vision.
Not just cruise, but clarity.
Because at the end of the day,
the village witch might just be…
you, with Wi-Fi.
My name is Frank Apokwueze and I’m dedicated to your success online and in life.
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Until next time,
stop hosting witches in your own house.
Peace.
