I was only twenty-seven years old when money started flowing into my hands. I had a good job in the extraction industry and was paid well. I could be in South Africa today and tomorrow in Kenya, and all the money came with perks that were too much for my age.

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I was born into a church, and I was raised to thank God with everything I had, so when money started coming into my hands, I paid my tithes, bought things for the church, and even supported our prophet, Prophet Francis, financially, so he came to love me and supported me with prayers.

At twenty-eight, I decided to marry Naomi, a woman I had dated for over two years. It was a distance relationship, but the love we had for each other made the distance feel small. On my off days, I spent time with her. When I was in town and free during the weekend, she also came to spend the weekend with me.

So whenever marriage came into my mind, she was the only one I thought about. I went to church with her one day and introduced her to the prophet as the woman I was going to marry. He counselled us, prayed for us, and even asked her to join our church right after marriage.

A day after the introduction, Prophet Francis called and asked if I had prayed about her before thinking about marrying her. I answered yes. Actually, I hadn’t said a word of prayer about our union, but if everything is right and the love is good, it wouldn’t be wrong, right? After all, we pray for things to be right in our lives, and I had a woman who was right, so why the need to pray about her?

We had our wedding a few months later and moved in together. The distance between us collapsed, and for the first time in many years since we started dating, we were going to spend days and nights together until death did us part.

My wife was pregnant when I lost my job. It was hard for me, but looking at the experience I had, the places I’d travelled, and the people I knew, I took my job loss with a pinch of salt, knowing I could get a new job very soon. My wife was worried. She knew the weight of the loss very well because our household relied on what I earned from that job.

Several months passed, and after several attempts, I still had no job. A few days before my wife delivered, I prayed to God, “God, if you intend for this child to have a good home, then honour me with a good job so I can take good care of this blessing you’re bestowing on me.”

Three months after the child was born, my situation had gotten so bad because we had spent everything I had saved and were now relying on what my wife brought in. Prophet Francis called and said he had seen dreams and that good things were coming my way, so I shouldn’t give up.

I had an interview a few days later, and I called him with joy in my heart. “Prophet, it’s happening. The great things you saw are coming through.” He prayed for me that day and promised that God had revealed to him that that job interview was going to be my homecoming to grace.

The next morning, I bathed and dressed sharply, kissed my wife, and asked her to pray for me. I alighted from a taxi close to the office where I was going for the interview when a motorbike came from nowhere at full speed, knocked my knees, and I toppled over. I broke my right leg instantly, and it felt like I was going to be paralysed.

I spent three months in the hospital healing a broken bone, hoping my broken dreams would be healed along with my bones. I lost my job, lost the use of my leg for a while, and had nothing. I could see my wife suffering to keep our ship afloat. I had had money before, so this low felt so low that I felt I had sunk into the shadow of death.

At the hospital, Prophet Francis called me. He said, “Can you look back and count the very moment your life started changing?” I did and said, “It changed when I lost my job.” He retorted, “Wrong. It changed when this woman became your wife. There’s a reason, and only those with spiritual eyes can see it. I’m speaking to you in proverbs because I know you have a discerning spirit.”

He said everything I was going through was because of my wife and the spirit following her. “She’s a good woman, but she doesn’t have the right spirit to build a husband. As long as you keep her around, your situation won’t change.”

I prayed about it, but nothing changed. I walked with crutches for two months before I could walk on my own. Nothing was going right for me. I slowly began to believe what my prophet was saying because it aligned with everything that was happening in my life. Why would I be knocked down by a motorbike just when I was going home to grace? I believed the prophetic word and left home for my parents’ house, telling her I wanted to receive home care for my leg.

While with my parents, I pushed for divorce. My wife didn’t know what was happening. The reason I gave her was shallow. My parents said I was making a decision out of frustration. I was believing the word. I pushed and pushed until I got the divorce. Even before the divorce was finalised, I saw changes in my life. I got a small job close to our house. The pay wasn’t good, but it was within walking distance.

Prophet Francis said that job was the key to opening greater things. A year later, I was still working at the same job. He said, “God doesn’t throw His stone quickly. Be patient.” Two years later, I’m still here at the same job, and my life refuses to pick up from the ground where it landed. But guess what…my wife, in two years, has been able to build a life I can only envy.

She has a car, something I had when life was better. She has been promoted twice at work and now moves from one place to another—something I used to do when life was good. I’m supposed to send child support, but she doesn’t ask anything from me; rather, she sends me something when I ask for help, something I used to do when life was better for me.

It looks like I was rather the curse in her life, and once I left, things started getting better for her.

Again, Prophet Francis said, “She came to steal and destroy so she can own what you once had.”

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I laughed because it looks like the prophecy keeps changing. At this point, I have come to accept that I was lied to and that I followed blindly. I should have heard God for myself rather than listening to what someone else claimed to have heard about me. It’s sad I can’t go back, but I’m still here, still trying, and still making it work for my good, even in this difficult phase of life.

—Amos

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