Alright, let’s talk about something that keeps me up at night—literally. My dreams. Not the "I want to be a billionaire" type, but the "I fight full-blown spiritual battles in my sleep" kind.
If spiritual warfare were an Olympic sport, I’d have enough gold medals to make Michael Phelps jealous.
So, picture this: I often see people in my dreams—people I know, people I don't know, and people I wish I didn't know. And most of the time, they’re up to no good. And what do I do? Oh, I beat them up. Properly.
Let me tell you, in the spiritual realm, I am a warrior. I have taken down so many people in my dreams that if this were happening in real life, let’s just say I’d be serving several consecutive life sentences. But thankfully, the law doesn’t extend to dreamland, so I’m safe... for now.
Take Tinki, for example. In my dreams, this guy was always on my case, constantly challenging me to fights. And every time, I’d leave him with spiritual bruises. One day, in the middle of one of our dream duels, I decided to ask him if he knew where my dad was (since, you know, bamthwebula).
And guess what? He casually said yes and even told me who had him! Of course, I won’t name names here—legal reasons and all—but my mother and a few close family members know exactly who I’m talking about.
Now, hold onto your hats because this is where it gets real. In my dreams, Tinki always wore a very specific hat. Fast forward to October last year, I visited one of the family homes in the village, a place I had never been inside before. And boom! Right there, on the wall, was a picture of Tinki. My jaw? On the floor.
Turns out, his real name was Thembinkosi, and get this—he apparently commited suicide in 2016. And when his family found him, he was still wearing that very same hat. Now tell me, how am I supposed to sleep at night knowing my dreams are basically premonitions with a touch of WWE Smackdown?
And let me tell you, waking up and realizing I’m back on this side of the world? Pheeeew! Some mornings, I’m just relieved that I made it back safely. On a really busy night of fighting, you will see me absolutely exhausted the whole day. I have to sleep until at least 11 AM just to recover!
People wonder why I wake up late—well, excuse me, I was out in a war all night and only got back in the early hours of the morning. A warrior needs rest, please!
And it’s not just Tinki. I recently wrote a blog about the legendary Xolani Gwala, and guess what? While waiting for my flight at OR Tambo airport, I randomly bumped into veteran broadcaster Vuyo Mvoko. Just like that. The universe stays playing games with me. We spent over 30 minutes together at Chicken Licken, just chilling like we were old friends.
He even invited me to sit with him, and at first, I was wondering—why me? This important man doesn’t even know me! But later on, while sitting on the flight, it hit me—oooh, it’s probably that Xolani Gwala dream. The connections are wild!
But back to the dreams. about three weeks ago, an ex’s late father visited me in my dreams. Now, this man and I got along well back in the day, so when he appeared, I wasn’t too alarmed. In the dream I had been dreaming about a man I know very well and he was here to attack me.
I was so scared but when my ex's dad appeared, he said don't worry, I saw you were scared of this guy so I came to protect you. He assured me that the person trying to attack me in my dream wouldn’t succeed because he was here to look after me.
Sweet, right? Until he casually dropped, "Oh, by the way, Mama (reffering to his wife) is going to pass away next week." Excuse me, sir?? He even repeated it twice for emphasis, just in case I didn’t hear it the first time.
Naturally, I panicked and immediately sent a voice note to his eldest daughter. Fast forward a few days, and I found myself in Soweto, visiting the family. I saw Mama, and she was fine, so I started to relax.
Then, four days ago, ghost dad came back in my dreams and said, "Thank you for going to the yard. You saved Mama’s life." Hectic! He also casually mentioned that "many things are still going to happen, but I know you are ready." Ready for what?!
Honestly, sometimes I feel like my gift is a blessing, and other times, it’s a full-blown headache. Seeing things before they happen is great until you realize that explaining these things to other people makes you sound like a walking episode of a supernatural TV show.
Try telling someone, "Oh yeah, I saw you plotting nonsense in my dream last night," and watch how fast they either deny it or avoid eye contact. And the worst part? Knowing who’s fake but having to smile and pretend for the sake of "keeping the peace." What peace?!
At the end of the day, I’ve accepted that my dreams are not just dreams. They are warnings, messages, and sometimes full-scale battlefields where I have to fight until dawn.
So, if you ever hear me say, "I saw it coming," trust me—I did. And if I dream about you, well... good luck!
Until the next episode of "My Life in the Spiritual Realm," stay safe, stay aware, and if you see me staring at you funny, just know—I probably saw something in my dreams. And it’s not looking good for you!
