“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most powerful person in my family?” asked Heidi Juergensen while holding her breath to be excited about a positive answer for her. Her dark brown eyes, long blond hair, pale skin, upright statue, slim face, elegant fingers, skinny body shape once was making her a much attractive young woman to walk on national catwalks while becoming a fuer designer herself. “Tell me, mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful, powerful, creative, innovative and rich to be person in my entire family?”
The voice from the mirror answered her by saying:” You are beautiful, my daughter, but there is someone in your family that is better than you.”
Heidi Juergensen, in her small Apartment in Hamburg Altona, got furious; blood after blood storms hit her head to burst. Shadows of evil covered her face. Her eyes dropped, the eye brows curled themselves, and her lips got tied to form a barrier behind which she was starting to gather her emotions and ideas to be spilt out against her fate spoken. Definitely, she was not willing to be defeated. Her anger whispered into her ears, the fight had just began and as long as she had strength to fight, she was set out to do so. She was determined to be the head of the family no matter what and if it should take to destroy any innocent family member, she did not care. In all those years past, was it not her accomplished right to shine among the others as the star of the family and make others suffer under her? Did anyone in her family have the right to be the Leader and make her look bad, worse than the others? Certainly, this was not supposed to happen, was Heidi Juergensen more than clear in her heart, and her mind followed her emotions. She was not able to see far into the future access her limited abilities, accept it by supporting others which can help her in the course and on the path to victory over other families; something that would surely brake the family circle of shame and disgrace, of promise and failure, of non-achievements once and for all. She was an Unbeliever; except believing only in herself, and not others, wanting to enjoy good easy living with a minimum of effort, like all in her family, except one.
The voice from the mirror responded to her angry face darkened by the boiling blood in her vanes:” It is your brother, Günter, which is the Best in the land.”
“What?” shouted Heidi Juergensen in unbelief stamping with her feet, shacking her body to get the spoken words of her soul, fighting them all around her, to her left, to her right, in the air and on the ground. “Never will I allow him to be the Head of the family, rather will I kill him!”
“You can try,” said the mirror from the wall in peaceful and confident tone stretching out to her,” but you will never succeed as he has the power of GOD and his Prophets at his side.”
“We will see, as I know my brother; he is a small boy, a dreamer, someone that is so stupid to believe in the good of people; someone that will never see that I am the one that has all the years past destroyed his life and ensured, whatever he does to move ahead in life, will never work.”
“The devil fears the word of GOD, you might not know,” was the warning from the mirror. “The time will come that you will be destroyed by your own hands.”
“This will never happen,” turned Heidi Juergensen around and around a long knife in her right hand, a cabbage in her left. “Look, what I will do!” Holding the cabbage up into the middle of the mirror, lifting up the knife she used to cut chicken into pieces with, she shouted with the screaming voice of a Witch:” I will cut his head off to silence him and bring all the shame of our family unto him. I will,” she added in bitterness,” destroy his life and the one of his descendants, no one will ever live a life in happiness. I will always have control over him and he will rot and die in Africa.”
The mirror looked at her by saying:” You know now what I have to say to you.”
“Yes, oh, yes, I know…you are a liar and I will proof to you that you lied to me!” She turned around, seeing the cabbage sliced on the floor in very small pieces, stamped on them again and again in her usual ritual to make the juice come out from the leaves covering the wooden paneled floor in light green. She lifted up her head, stood still for a moment, looked around the flat located in a dark area of Hamburg with Drug Dealers, Migrants, Students, Unemployed and Baggers around the train station, saw the driving license for her motor-bike on the small brownish painted table next to the entrance door knowing there was no money in the house to take lessons for a license to drive a car.
Heidi Juergensen stepped forward in the small hall of the two bed-room Apartment she had rented with her second husband, a man like her with basic school education, often unemployed, lazy with no interest to advance in life but a great capacity to put shame for his own failure in life on other people. He was sitting in the grey, old arm chair in front of the medium sized flat screen with cigarettes and beer bottles close by. She looked down on herself seeing the holes in her blue jeans she used in the house, looked straight up to her husband Hans-Jürgen checking his small belly showing and decided to declare:” I will proof to everyone, that I am, and nobody else, the head of my family.”
The mirror’s face faded away by saying silently: “Never tell me, I did not give you the right information.”
Turning around wanting to get aggressive once again, Heidi Juergensen saw into the silver mirror starring at herself. She closed her eyes and heard the street noise from Max-Brauer-Allee through the double glass window supposed to keep heat in winter inside and give during the nights protection from the sound of the busy street down below her flat.
She opened her eyes, starred at herself once again, ignored the demand from her husband in the background calling for his dinner she had prepared in the kitchen ready to be cooked and served. Heidi Juergensen felt his presence behind her back, him standing in the door frame of the living-room in one hand holding his cigarette, the other to protest about her ignorance against him put in his hip. Her focus was on her fate, here destiny to final victory.
Closing her eyes again, she did not hear the angry words of Hans-Jürgen that went into the kitchen to check the fridge for something to grap and enjoy. He took two small and cold pizza slices, two days old, from the fridge, warmed it in the microwave, placed them on a dinner plate and occupied his arm chair before the flat screen again showing his famous Mexican Soap Opera. He enjoyed the movie while thinking of the weekend his wife and him, along with friends from the neighbourhood, wanted to go down to Wittenbergener Beach in Rissen and spend in a tent drinking, smoking, laughing and dancing from morning to evening to forget the world around them but enjoy easy living.
Heidi Juergensen ignored everything around her; turned around, opened the door to her bed-room, went to the small side table at her bed, took out a set of cards, laid them on the mattress upside down, spoken secret mystical words over them, only she and her demons were able to understand, turned the cards around, one by one, to see the figures and colours of each and every one of them.
When she was young, she had asked other witches to teach her tricks and mysteries of cards laying so that she could see the future and influence it into her desired direction. The day came, she herself was a well-trained witch, came to know Emma Jaoko, a self-proclaimed devil from a small village called Miwani in Nyanza Province, close to Kisumu at the Lake Victoria in Kenya and made her a companion by her side. She became the young sister-in-law of her ex-husband, Heidi Juergensen’s only brother, someone that was one year younger than herself. For the past few years the two Ladies from different walks of life coming, had discovered common interest to destroy the brother and ex-husband from different angels, putting all their failures in life, shame and disgrace they had caused to themselves and others, unto the innocent man that was still so much a believer in the good in humans and a follower of GOD.
Heidi Juergensen turned the cards around, one by one, closely and anxiously waiting for the cards to show their real faces.
She saw a card, portraying death. She came to remember the moment years back when had called her brother over the phone, while he was in one of his most difficult times, to have asked him to kill himself by proclaiming him to be a burden to the entire family. Heidi Juergensen ignored the complaints of her mother, sick in a home of old people, she had made over her intervals of coming to see her only once or twice a year, in times whenever it had pleased her so or to have felt bored at home, instead of appearing before her wheelchair when needed and necessary to give her comfort and offer a helping hand. More than on one occasions was she confronted by her weak mother, suffering from Alzheimer and Dementia, how caring her brother was to her. She hated him for the disgrace her mother had put on her head. Deep in her heart she knew her brother had no bond with her, having developed over the years characters and interest far apart from each other like black is from white. Except childhood, they had nothing more in common to share; so there was no need to meet in family circles anymore.
She cursed her brother while turning around the second card showing a Giant, the symbol for times past. As if it would have been today, she saw herself sitting in her old living-room explaining to her brother she needed his help. In nineteen eighty, everyone in Germany wanted to open a Boutique or Sun Studio; it was her dream to open a Chain of Boutiques. As she had to confess, she didn’t understand anything about business for which reason she asked Günter for assistance. His focus and interest was to become a Professor of Political Sciences, making lots of money was far away from him knowing no one on his death bed could ever take large chunks of money into his grave and into eternity.
Over a period of six months Günter developed a business plan not knowing how it had come to him to present her something like it with all details needed for a successful business. Still, he had never thought of joining her path to pile notes of money over each other and shine in the light of many to be admired by them for her achievements. Lecturing and writing books had been his only interest.
“When my brother can make such a wonderful business plan out of nowhere with no one ever having taught him how to it him being on his way to a great academic career,” Heidi Juergensen had thought in those days by herself,” what would he be capable off to achieve in business once his instinct to chase money will show up and mature. Certainly, his creativity would one day make a super-rich and super famous out of him. It is now my time to destroy him; to plant the seed of the devil in him, to curse him for life, that he may never see good in all his life, to curse his family, to make sure he will never marry, to make sure when married, he will marry the devil to mess his life up very well. As long as he is naïve not to see behind my smiling face, my beautiful façade, the evil intentions I have against him, I will have power over him always.”
She laughed hysterically for neighbours to hear through the thin walls. Jumping up and down and around, Heidi Juergensen rejoiced about the victory so close in her hands. Closing her hands she was certain to have captured his life between her fingers ready to squeeze and torcher Günter for life.
“You must be very careful when returning back to Germany,” Prophet Kingsley from Tantra Hill warned Günter holding his hands in his own looking into his soul to give him his power,” as your sister, together with your ex-wife, have the intention to kill you! They have even asked a killer in Ghana to finish you here.” He hold his breath, looked at Alberta Mensah that was guiding him to the House of GOD at this Monday night and continued:” Both of them have killed your mother. The main guilty and responsible person for all of this is your sister Heidi, she has found in Emma Jaoko a helping companion to assist her in her evil works. You must,” did he look intensively for endless seconds into the blue eyes of Günter that in his right eye had a small brown spot to make him special,” be very careful…very careful. Your sister is a witch and seriously dangerous. Once you step on German soil, that is what they know and fear, they are finished and the victory is yours. You will expose before the court all the lies they had put out against you to destroy your life and finish you. They have said, you have stolen money from your mother while in fact the money was always with your ex-wife, but she refused to confess it…and all the other lies your sister put out in the open are endless. When you are back, they die!”
Günter felt the power of the Prophet in his fingertips, moving up into his arms, climbing into his shoulders to strengthen them, getting into his heart to make it strong, and in a flush poured itself out all over his body. His soul was enlightened and he spoke:” Jealousy, insecurity and laziness have turned my sister Heidi into a witch that does not want to look into the mirror, and by the look, being expose as a woman that could have achieved in her life much more than me as she always wanted to be a rich person, while I never had an interest in lots of money. It is only now that I have to come to understand, money is not bad; it is a means to make dreams come true to better the lives of others and a platform to pronounce wisdom that makes people listen and follow.”
“You are truly blessed by GOD and he will see you through. The devil fears the word of GOD and as you are connected always to your Spiritual Father Prophet Emmanuel Badu Kobi standing for you, your breakthrough is near. What GOD proclaims through his Men of GOD will certainly always come to pass,” did Prophet Kingsley end his encounter with Günter to start the Twi service in the Auditorium behind his office.
Heidi Juergensen took the files she had unlawfully taken from the former Apartment of her brother before he had set off for Ghana, and calculated again:” Looking at the figures, it is clear, two years more and the savings of my mother would have been exhausted. I would have been asked to contribute to her Home expenditure, money I did not have. So it was justified that I declared a curse on my brother; made my mother believe he had stolen money from her bank account to separate both from each other that were close, intentionally causing her death as she physically and emotionally was very weak. My plan had succeeded and my bother has to carry the blame for it ever since.” She could not hold herself on the sofa, before which Hans-Jürgen was passing with another bottle of beer in his hands and a package of salted chips and salted peanuts, sitting down in his chair, feet up and the small bench he had gotten from raid in the Apartment of his brother-in-law, someone he had seen only for five seconds in all his life, so she got up.
“And when I declared later that he was seen by a reliable source in Levantehaus in Hamburg accompanied by Africans the weekend my mother had died, that he entered Ghana with sixty days instead of ninety days visa, was paid by the Home of my mother to have saved her one thousand Euros…oh, my Devil, oh…all gracious Demons; how happy you have truly made me to have told the whole wide world all these lies about him and everyone believed only me, even his so beloved Aunty Eva in England I got on my side poisoning all their souls…my greatest achievement in life.” She laughed and laughed, filled her heart with hate and hate endlessly. Heidi Juergensen kissed the file like a trophy sweated for in many hours of days and nights.
She left her husband behind smelling the beer in the room like a cloud of dampness and stupidity, felt strength in her heart and clarity in her mind, stood before the mirror, touched it tenderly, took her time to observe herself in it, stood upright, put her long hair with grey colour coating it in, a sign of old age, into her neck together for her ears to hear better and asked:” Mirror, mirror, tell me now, who is the best in my family, who is the head of all of us?” There was no doubt in her heart about the answer.
“My Queen,” the mirror answered confidently,” you are beautiful than ever, the signs of age only give your beauty the final touch. You certainly have spent a life-time to work on your destiny, to make yourself look goo; so good in the eyes of others so that no one around you will undermine your position in life and your family. You have in all the years past learnt a lot from your teachers of witchcraft…a remarkable achievement.” He paused and observed her reflection in him.
“I always knew!” did she smile all over her face for the mirror to see that she had some teeth replacements received. “I am the one and only rightful head of our family. My stupid brother Günter is a nobody; he is dead already!”
The mirror looked at her and replied:” Günter is not dead…and he can never be defeated as GOD can never be defeated. When GOD has decided for victory, no devil can change it. When the time is set, and it is near, he will return to Germany and judge you in court for the whole world to expose your evil works, your true character and intentions.”
Heidi Juergensen turned round and round herself, biting her fingernails over and over again, pulled out hair from her head, shouted so loud that made her husband come out and said: “ Oh no, this will never happen…this is never true…this can never be.”
“GOD’s decision is,” the mirror said. “GOD’s decision is,” did he repeat unmistaken able. “Once GOD has spoken, his word is!”
She threw herself to the ground, shouted and shouted, struggled with arms and legs like a beetle laying on his back helplessly; water coming out of her mouth, eyes pale, skin bloodless.