When Wealth Becomes a Prison
The following is a personal testimony based on a true story. All names, locations, and other identifying information have been changed to ensure the safety and privacy of the individuals involved.
I still remember the king-size bed. The marble bathtub. The Mercedes-Benz waiting outside.
From the outside, my life looked perfect. I had everything a child could want. A beautiful bedroom. The best schools. Expensive clothes.
But inside, I was dying.
Most people dream of being part of powerful, wealthy families. They see the money, the status, the influence. They long to belong.
I belonged to one of those families. And it nearly destroyed me.
This is my story of how I survived eight suicide attempts, battled voices in my head, and discovered that the greatest treasure isn’t found in bank accounts or family estates. It’s found in breaking free from the dark patterns that money can hide.
Key Takeaways
On Generational Curses:
- Patterns repeat in families: addiction, mental illness, sexual immorality, division.
- These often trace back to idolatry or occult practices.
- Jesus already broke every curse on the cross.
- You must actively accept that freedom and stand in it.
On Wealth:
- Not all wealth is the same.
- Wealth from God brings unity, peace, and blessing.
- Dark wealth brings division, disease, and destruction.
- Money without God is empty.
On Breaking Free:
- Acknowledge the sins of your ancestors.
- Ask God for forgiveness.
- Accept Jesus’ sacrifice.
- Stand firm in your freedom.
- Don’t go back to bondage.
On God’s Faithfulness:
- He stops us from destroying ourselves.
- He provides in impossible situations.
- He restores what was stolen.
- He never gives up on us.
The Little Girl Nobody Wanted
My mother was 55 when I arrived. She’d given up hope of having a daughter after three sons. She called me Purity because she wanted something pure in her life.
She prayed for me. She loved me. And for the first few years, I felt that warmth.
But I don’t remember those years clearly. What I remember is fear.
When I was five, my older brother offered to give me a better education. His heart was in the right place. He loved me. Everyone loved the little girl they nicknamed “small beautiful thing.”
He took me from my mother’s rural home to the city. To good schools. To opportunity.
And that’s where my nightmare began.
Living in Isolation
I lived in a house where I had everything except what I needed most.
Love. Acceptance. Belonging.
My sister-in-law recoiled when I came near her. I felt dirty. Disgusting. Wrong. I didn’t know why. I was just a child. But the message was clear: I was not wanted.
Nobody spoke to me. Not really. There were no small talks. No guidance. No “don’t do this” or “here’s how we do things.” Just silence and disgust.
Scientists have studied isolation. You can isolate someone in a crowded room by speaking to everyone else and ignoring that one person. That’s what happened to me.
I was kept in a different section of the house. Upstairs. Behind five or six doors. Away from the family.
When my brother came home on weekends, my sister-in-law would tell him I refused to play with the other children. That I was evil. That I liked being alone.
The truth? She kicked me out when he wasn’t there. Told me to stay away. Threatened me.
How does a child’s brain process that? One message when the man is home. Another when he leaves.
I started thinking I was going mad.
The Prison of Punishment
There was a tiny room in that house. When my brother came home, he’d be met with accusations. “She did this. She said that.”
He never asked my side. Never had a conversation. He just locked me in that room with dry bread and water.
I was never told what I did wrong. Never given a chance to correct it. I just knew I was being punished. Always.
At school, my sister-in-law would visit and then tell my brother lies about what I’d said. I’d be punished for things I never did. Things I didn’t even know about until later.
The confusion destroyed me. I stopped understanding reality. Multiple standards. Multiple truths. No way to win.
I didn’t want to live.
Excelling on the Outside, Dying on the Inside
I threw myself into books. I became an A student. I could look at a page, memorize it, and pass any exam.
I scored top marks in my primary school exams. I went to one of the best high schools in the country.
But I couldn’t cope with boarding school. The teachers saw it immediately. Something was very wrong with this bright girl who cowered in corners like a scared puppy.
They moved me to another school where I was a day scholar. I kept passing exams. But I never learned how to be human.
I didn’t know how to talk to other people. I didn’t know how to make friends. I was a caricature of a person. Brilliant but broken.
When I was 15, the cruelty reached new heights. My sister-in-law bought three necklaces for four girls. She made me try one on, told me I looked nice, then took it away.
“If your mother loves you, tell her to buy you one,” she said.
She did this over and over. Three dresses for four girls. Making sure I was always the one left out.
That’s when I started collecting tablets.
400 Tablets and a Divine Rescue
My sister-in-law was diagnosed with epilepsy. She’d make trips abroad to visit specialists and return home with huge containers of medication. I became a thief, stealing pills slowly. I collected 400 tablets.
I decided to end it. At 11 PM, after everyone went to sleep, after the TV downstairs was switched off, after the guard settled, I swallowed all of them.
I wrote a small note and put it by my bed. I wanted peace. I wanted out.
The next thing I remember, I was in the hospital, furious. I was the angriest person alive. I tore out the tubes. They put me in a straitjacket and kept me in a padded room.
But here’s what I learned later. Here’s where God showed up.
My stepbrother was drinking at a bar across town. He wasn’t allowed in our compound because he’d climb the fence and steal cars when drunk.
That night, he couldn’t drink anymore. My name kept pounding in his head. “Purity. Purity. Purity.”
He got a taxi and when he reached the house he jumped the fence. He wrestled the watchman and overpowered him, then he banged down doors.
When they opened the door for him he came straight to my room. He found me. He found the note, and saved my life.
A drunk man, miles away, supernaturally compelled to save me. There’s no other explanation, but God.
That’s when I first realized: there’s a higher power. Your life isn’t your own.
Eight Times God Said No
I tried seven more times. God stopped me seven more times.
Three times through drunk people showing up at impossible moments. Four times through other miraculous interventions.
I was angry. If He was going to save me, why not end the pain? Why rescue me just to keep suffering?
But I learned something: I wasn’t in charge. A bigger hand held my life. A bigger plan was unfolding.
Still, I wasn’t happy about it. The torture continued. My sister-in-law didn’t care that I’d tried to die. She never visited me in the hospital. She still didn’t want me.
The Unraveling
I passed my O-levels with excellent results. But by A-levels, everything fell apart.
I collapsed during exams. Fear consumed me. The brilliant student who could memorize pages couldn’t sit through a test without having a breakdown.
I’d have psychotic episodes. I’d run around, not in control of my mind. Manic. Depressive. Broken.
I quit school and got a small clerical job. Then a man nearly twice my age saw me. He saw the family I came from. He wanted the connection to wealth and power.
He raped me and I got pregnant. Terrified of my father’s anger, I agreed to marry him.
He beat me regularly. He’d bring other women home and make me cook for them. Make me give up my bed. I didn’t know this was wrong. I didn’t know boundaries. I didn’t understand what a wife should expect.
But God gave me a beautiful daughter through that horror. A rose among thorns.
The Discovery That Changed Everything
Years passed. My life was chaos. I’d build something up. It would be torn down. I’d find stability. It would collapse.
I was kicked out of businesses. Farms were sold from under me. I couldn’t understand why I was never allowed to succeed while others in the family thrived.
Then, when I was over 50, I discovered the truth.
My family was steeped in idolatry. My grandfather had been a witch doctor. Family members had joined secret societies. The kind with 33 levels. The kind where you take oaths and curse yourself to move up.
The Bible is clear about this:
“4You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. 4You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.” – Exodus 20:4-5 (NIV)
These weren’t just old traditions. These were doorways to darkness.
And with darkness comes consequences. The patterns were everywhere in my family:
- Alcoholism
- Sexual immorality
- Anger and violence
- Mental illness
- Diseases like cancer and diabetes
- Suicide attempts
- Deep hatred between family members
We had wealth, but we had no peace. No love. No joy.
Understanding Dark Wealth
Here’s what I learned about wealth gained through darkness.
It divides. In godly wealth, you feast with your brother. You share. You celebrate together. You help your neighbors.
Dark wealth creates competition. Jealousy. Backstabbing. People stop talking to each other. They fight over inheritance. They scheme to cut others out.
My family members don’t speak to each other. They have millions in the bank but can’t eat anything except raw cabbage because of their diseases. They have multiple houses but sleep in only one bed while others have nowhere to sleep.
What’s the point?
The enemy doesn’t give you free money. He gives you wealth that comes with strings attached. Wealth that destroys you.
Jesus said it clearly:
“What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?” – Mark 8:36 (NIV)
The Battle to Break Free
When I discovered the truth about generational curses, the real battle began.
Breaking free wasn’t easy. There’s spiritual warfare involved. The enemy doesn’t let go of ground easily.
I had to stand in the gap. I had to pray for forgiveness for sins I didn’t commit. For things done before I was born.
But here’s the good news: Jesus already won this battle.
“Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a pole.'” – Galatians 3:13 (NIV)
The work is done. The curse is broken. But we have to accept it. We have to take hold of it.
It’s like a presidential pardon. If the president pardons you but you refuse to leave prison, you stay imprisoned. Even if the prison is just in your mind.
I had to:
- Acknowledge the sins of my ancestors.
- Ask God for forgiveness.
- Accept Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross.
- Stand firm in that freedom.
- Refuse to go back.
The wind buffeted me. I felt like I was dying. But I stood. Because He already overcame the world.
Miracles Along the Way
Once I started walking with God intentionally, miracles followed.
When my son needed high school, I had no money. God gave me a vision. I saw a school building. A uniform. A door number.
It took me two months to find that school. When I knocked on that door, the woman who answered said, “What took you so long?”
She’d been told by God to prepare food for a woman who would come. My son went to that expensive school for free. Later, I paid what I could afford: $10 per month.
Only God could do that.
Another time, my son had a growth on his toe. Half an inch. He couldn’t wear shoes. I had no money for a doctor.
I prayed. I put my hand over it. I felt strongly that I shouldn’t look at it again. The next day, he was wearing shoes. The growth was gone.
When I had no food, I turned to the wall like Hezekiah did:
“Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord.” – 2 Kings 20:2 (NIV)
I told God I wouldn’t tell anyone I had no food because He was my husband, my father, my provider. I wouldn’t shame His name.
The next day, someone called. From that day forward, I had meals. I got a job. God provided.
The Restoration
At 55, I started learning how to be human. My own children taught me how to respond when someone insults you. How to set boundaries. How to express myself.
I was a mother with the mind of a child. But God restored me.
I lost weight. The manic depression lifted. The voices stopped. My mind cleared.
I looked 80 at age 54. I knelt and prayed, “God, if you have plans for me, how can I enjoy them if I look and feel like this?”
He gave me back my youth. Within months, I could walk 4-5 miles easily. The weight fell off. The right desires for healthy food came naturally.
At 63 now, I’m proud of my age. God restored what the enemy stole.
“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten.” – Joel 2:25 (NIV)
He’s faithful. Always.
The Warning Nobody Wants to Hear
I’m writing this because I see young people joining secret societies. Illuminati groups that openly advertise now.
In the 1960s, this stuff was hidden. Shameful. Secret. Now it’s on every street corner. The enemy is taking more ground.
Please hear me: that money will destroy you.
I watched it destroy my family for 50 years. I’ve been around Mercedes-Benzes. I’ve lived with wealth. I’ve seen the state house elite. I’ve seen what worldly wealth does.
It’s not worth it.
The Bible warns us:
“Let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No.’ Anything more than this comes from the evil one.” – Matthew 5:37 (NIV)
Secret societies require oaths. Curses. Denials. The Bible explicitly tells us not to do this.
When you take those oaths, you give the enemy ground. Not just in your life but in your children’s lives. Your grandchildren’s lives.
Is that what you want?
My Dream: A Home for the Rejected
I was rejected. Cast out. Made to feel worthless. But God gave me purpose through that pain.
Now I have a dream.
I want to create a place where rejected people can find home. Especially those from prominent families who are suffering in silence.
When you come from wealth, it’s embarrassing to ask for help. People assume you have everything. They don’t see the prison behind the gates.
I want a place where someone can come and say, “I have nowhere to go.” And we’ll say, “Come. Sleep here. Eat here. Let’s pray together. Let’s talk. Let’s heal.”
A place with beds. Food. Counselors. A chapel. People who understand.
I don’t have a single dollar to my name. But the One inside me owns everything. If He wants it done, it will be done.
Final Thoughts
Today, I can say with complete honesty: I’m grateful for every moment of pain.
It unveiled God’s face to me. It taught me His faithfulness. It gave me a treasure worth more than all the wealth in my family combined.
I’ve broken the bloodline curses. My children are free. My grandchildren are free. Unless they choose to go back, the cycle ends with me.
I have nothing material. But I have everything that matters.
God is real. He’s present. He’s powerful. And He’s waiting for you to take hold of the freedom Jesus already purchased for you.
“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” – John 8:36 (NIV)
Take it. Stand in it. Walk in it.
You were created for more than bondage. More than fear. More than cycles of pain.
You were created for freedom.
If this story resonated with you, please share it with someone who needs to hear it. And if you’re battling generational patterns, know this: you’re not alone, and there is hope. The chains can be broken. Today.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. How do I know if my family has generational curses?
A. Look for patterns. Do multiple family members struggle with the same issues? Addiction? Mental illness? Broken relationships? Financial problems despite success? Sexual immorality? These can be signs. Ask God to reveal the truth and He will.
Q. Can generational curses affect me even if I’m a Christian?
A. Yes. Being a Christian gives you the power to break free, but you must actively take that freedom. It’s like having a key to your prison cell but not using it. You must choose to walk out.
Q. How do I break free from generational curses?
A. Pray specifically. Confess the sins of your ancestors. Ask God for forgiveness. Declare that Jesus’ blood covers those sins. Cut off any agreements or oaths made by previous generations. Stand firm in your freedom daily.
Q. What if my family is involved in secret societies?
A. Pray for them. But separate yourself spiritually. You cannot control their choices, but you can break the curse over your own life and future generations. Don’t participate in any activities or accept benefits tied to those societies.
Q. Is all wealth bad?
A. No. God wants to bless you. He wants you to have provision. The issue is the source and the spiritual cost. Wealth gained through righteousness brings blessing. Wealth gained through darkness brings destruction.
Q. How long does spiritual breakthrough take?
A. It varies. My journey took over 40 years because I didn’t understand what I was fighting. Once I understood generational curses and stood against them with knowledge, breakthrough accelerated. Some people see immediate change. Others fight longer battles. Stay persistent.
Q. What if I’ve already taken oaths or joined secret groups?
A. Confess it to God. Renounce those oaths specifically. Ask Jesus to break every agreement you made. His blood is more powerful than any oath. Leave those groups completely. Get spiritual support from mature Christians.
Q. How do I help family members who are in bondage?
A. Pray consistently. Live as an example of freedom. Share your testimony when appropriate. But understand: you cannot force freedom on anyone. They must choose it. Keep loving them. Keep praying. God can reach anyone.
