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Father Diangienda Kuntima
Part 6
            After his disappearance, my soldiers who had gone to look for some water for me came back at the same place they had left me; they could not believe that I was still alive. I was standing up and looked in great shape. I said to them, ‘Come on, get your weapons and let’s go!’ In short, we reached Kisangani after a couple of days walking. From Kisangani we were able to come back to Kinshasa.

​Papa Iyefa’s comments.

MY FRIENDS, OBEDIENCE IS HIGHLY IMPORTANT AND WE SHOULD NOT SELL OURSELVES TO THE ENEMY SATAN

What I just testified, it is something that really happened to me. The cause of all this was that I papa Iyefa did not do what father Diangienda had told me not to do. Meaning that I did something without his permission. What really happened? Here is my short story:

I had a friend called Papa Jean who we had studied together at the Kimbanguist Faculty of Theology in Lutendele. After our studies, my friend papa Jean was given a job to work in a church that I shall not name here. In this church, he became as someone very important. In fact he had signed a pact with white people who were in charge of that church so that they could change his skin color from black to white. Meaning that he no longer wanted to be as black, he wanted to become white.

       Before going to the battle,one day we met again, as my friend Jean came to the welcoming center of Kasa-Vubu  looking for me papa Iyefa. He wanted me to take him to father Diangienda. My friend Jean knew that father Diangienda was at the welcoming Centrer. When I told him that actually father Diangienda was there and they could have a meeting, My friend Jean refused, he said it was no longer possible on that day. He will manage to make it on a different day.

When My friend Jean left, I went to report everything to father Diangienda. Then father Diangienda said to me, “Papa Iyefa, I saw both you and your friend Jean talking. I knew that your friend wouldn’t come to where I was. Therefore, his days of life are now short numbered.” About one month later, I papa iyefa was heading to Lutendele with my soldiers, As we were on our way, I saw the mother-in-law of my friend Jean coming, she asked me to stop, she was in tears crying and said to me,
 Papa Iyefa, your friend Jean is dead. His body is at the hospital. After her saying this,Right at that moment,
We made our way to the hospital where his body was kept. When we got there, I saw that my friend was dead indeed, his body was lying there. But his spiritual body was standing beside his corpse. I papa iyefa saw that his body was tied with ropes. I felt very sad and told him, ‘Jean, Jean,why have you done such foolish things? You are not dead because I can still see you there. Why did you sell yourself? I’m going to report what you have done to father Diangienda.’

           I papa Iyefa drove to the welcoming center and met with father Diangienda. I said father, on my way back from the headquarters I was given the news about my friend Jean, the one who used to be one of our theologian in Lutendele biblical center. But the truth is that, I saw his body tied with ropes and he was standing next to his own body. When father Diangienda heard everything, he said to me ‘Papa Iyefa, I told you it was too late for your friend because he sold himself to those white people. As for you, go and keep making your way to Lutendele as planned.’ I obeyed to father Diangienda and went to Lutendele.

When we came back from Lutendele, as we got near Pompage in Kinsuka close to the place his body was kept, we found out that  Jean’s body was no longer at the hospital. It had already been taken to his house for mournings.One of my soldiers suggested and said, ‘My Colonel Iyefa, as your friend has left us, it would be better to go where his body is laid just to sing for him a farewell song.
As we arrived where the funeral was taking place we prayed and started singing. However my colleagues who were with me noticed that the body of my friend Jean smelled very bad. I need to explain that, those white people who had bought my friend Jean’s soul, had used the same procedure as sorcerers use. What they often do? If they are after something they will make the body smell bad so that it can be buried very quickly. Then the metamorphosis of the dead person will occur.

         When I went near my friend Jean’s body, I could see some white people holding him and his body started to change into white. I wanted to say something but I did not want to, I stepped back. Because even if I said something at the funeral, people wouldn’t understand nothing because they could not see what I was seing at that moment. I just looked. After singing, the soldiers and I got into the car. As we were leaving, all of the sudden, I heard the voice of my friend John who was already dead behind me shouting,’ Papa Iyefa, Papa Iyefa, why are you leaving me like that? Please go and ask father Diangienda to come get me out of here.’
after earing all this, my face had changed. I was so mad to see
that. I saw how people were putting my friend Jean inside the coffin. I asked the soldier to let me get off the car. I told them to stay inside of the car so that I would follow people who were carrying he coffin by foot. Behind me I could hear my friend Jean crying, ‘Papa Iyefa, I’m begging you, please don’t leave me...Come and save me...’ When I heard that, it really made me very sad. I said to myself I would try to do what fatherDiangienda told me no to do just to save my friend.

                   I knelt down I prayed, asking if I would be able to follow my friend Jean. One thing to know is that, the world of the living and the world of the dead are separated by a river. That river is like a boundary, once you have crossed it, you will find yourself on the other side, the side of the deads and there is no way to come back to the side of the living people.
So I was following them, I tried to get near that river but as I looked behind me where I had left my human body I saw my soldiers surrounding my body. They thought I was dead as well, so I went straight back inside my human body and said to the soldiers, ‘If anyone has some Nkamba water, spray it on me. I am not dead; I am following Jean, because evil people are taking him to a bad place. As they sprayed some Nkamba water on me I went back following my friend Jean again. I almost caught them but it was too late, because they had already taken him on the other side of the river.

All of the sudden I found myself on the other side, the side of the dead. My human body turned into a corpse. I could no longer come back to the side of the livings. Out there in the world of the dead I was told that, there was no place for me because I had gone there without permission and it was not my time to be there yet.
But what I papa Iyefa saw there really surprised me, instead of taking my friend Jean where all the dead people were, they took him somewhere else. At the same time everything that was happening in the world of the livings I could see it. I saw how my own body was unconscious; they carried me and put me in Papa Zeyi’s car. I wondered if where they were taking my body.
In fact they were taking me  to father Diangienda at the welcoming center of Kasa-Vubu.

                 When they arrived, father Diangienda slapped on my body. In fact at that moment I could see father Diangienda standing on the other side of the river where the dead people are as well as on the side of the living people, father Diangienda was calling me…Papa Iyefa, papa Iyefa, then I responded I'm here father. At once my spiritual body came back inside my physical body and I woke up. As I woke up then I saw father Diangienda standing in front of me and said, “My son, what you have done shouldn’t be that way. Before doing such a thing you need to have permission because you cannot just follow someone in the world of the dead and tell him to come back. You cannot do it that way.”

The next day in the evening, I when to meet with father Diangienda again he told me, ‘Papa Iyefa, in the future if someone dies, even if you can see those who have killed him in your eyes, do not do or say anything. Can you hear me? Otherwise they will say you are a liar and they could even have you beaten on the spot in front of everybody. Because the family of the dead person have already arranged to ‘eat’ that person so that he or she will no longer be among them, so who are you to try and prevent that? They cannot be pleased with you if you intervene.

That is why from then, I papa Iyefa, whenever there were funerals I would not be there if I had a strange feeling on what caused the death of that person. Or if I really decide to go, I would sit far behind because there could be hard things to withstand seing as father Diangienda already opened my eyes to see what a normal person could not see.


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