I (am) was a witch.

The truth is i did not even know i was a witch, until I was tortured in the name of exorcism. I was a little girl of about nine or ten years old when I had gone to spend the holidays with a family friend. They had a daughter of my age so it was exciting and i had looked forward to it for i started singing 'holiday is coming, holeeday is coming, no more hmmn
hmmn hmmn, no more teacher's whips...' on the assembly that term. Holidays started and fun started. Barely four days into my fun holiday, I had gone to bed that night after filling my belly with plenty food. I woke up screaming at about 3am because i had had a bad dream. The adults in the house rushed in and calmed me down. The woman of the house told me not to worry, that she would consult er prophet and that there was a vigil that week so I should not worry. I did not even know that my dream was a serious isse until the vigil, A white garment church was the venue and one of the 'elemi' who was rocking feverishly from side to side somehow communicated in the feverish language that i should be brought forward. The woman I was staying with rushed me out. I stood there and I kept wondering what had come over the elemi woman. My understanding of Yoruba was not very clear then but i know the woman had mentioned 'aje!' (Meaning witch) a couple of times. I did not even realise i was the aje. The elemi's swaying body and feverish talk and the fact that she was talking about a witch made me make one of the costliest mistakes I have ever made in my life...I laughed. I giggled and then laughed. Next thing I knew was that two men had grabbed me and they carried me to the back of the church. The frenzy in the church has somehow increased as the main prophet came down and came towards me from the altar. People moved away from me for fear of being contaminated. I still had no idea what was going on. The two men had dropped me on the ground, so i decided to stand up and go back to where I was seated. Immediately I made an attempt to stand up, the two men quickly held me to the ground and I heard a woman exclaiming 'ah!aje o. o fe salo'(ah!witch. she wants to run away). A woman came and started ringing a bell around me while the men still held me down. The prophet made it down to where i was and started sprinkling water with the peculiar smell on me. At this point, I tried to struggle to get up but the men pressed me harder to the ground. I was wide eyed with fear  and shock. I did not understand what was going on. The woman kept ringing her bell, while the prophet kept speaking in strange tongues and didn't stop sprinkling me with the water and somebody else kept swinging a silver thing that was bring out smoke over me. Next thing I felt was being flogged with a broom. I didn’t even know how many people were flogging me. The men holding me down had left me and were stand at ready to catch me in case I tried to escape. They kept flogging me even as I jumped up crying and screaming. I did not even know what I was saying, I just know I kept shouting and screaming. I fell down at a point due to the pain. That was my saving grace. Apparently, in their understanding, I had surrendered. I was made to drink the water the prophet handed to me and I was carried back into the church and placed by the altar. I was staring at the family friend standing in the midst of dozens of white garments, who had brought me to the church to be punished in such manner and I was devising means of making her suffer. Next thing I know was that I opened my eyes and I was back on the bed in the house where I was spending my hols. My friend told me that I had slept off and I was carried to the house after the vigil. She told me that they had had to pick brooms out of my skin. I could see visible wound and bruises I had gotten from my exorcism.
My mother somehow heard about it and came to take me back home two days after the incident. And she had a massive quarrel with her friend. I never went back to the house.
That was my first being a witch experience. It did not turn out to be the last, sadly my next experience happened just a few years after. that would be my next post.Till then, stay amazing!
N.B: I have nothing against white garment churches.