After my son died - from what I believe as him being a victim of a curse - I fell seriously ill. He had suffered from abdominal pain and fever before passing away. Not long after, my own health began to deteriorate. I developed a persistent cough and became so weak I could no longer walk—only crawl. My body grew thin, and my clothes hung loosely on me.
I went to Rio da Huila–Tchihambangala Hospital. Although a chest X-ray wasn’t available, lab tests confirmed I had tuberculosis. The doctor started me on treatment, and I was admitted to the TB ward, where I stayed for seven months. During that time, another of my children also died—again, from what I believe as him being a victim of a curse. It was a season of deep sorrow and suffering.
While in the hospital, I heard the Word of God through the hospital evangelist. His message awakened something inside me. I felt God calling me to leave behind my past life in Tchaungo—a place marked by loss, curses, and fear. I knew I couldn’t return. Whenever I heard planes flying overhead, I longed to be on one, escaping far away.
After my discharge, I went to stay with a relative in Chibia town. There, I met a Christian and shared my story. I told him I had no family and didn’t want to return to a place filled with sorcerers who had cast spells on my children. He brought my situation to the church in Mbambi, and they welcomed me with open arms. I was overjoyed to begin a new life.
Before my illness, I drank, partied, and insulted others. But after hearing God’s Word, everything changed. I found peace. I lived with a church family for two years, and they helped me build a house. My chest is healed. I’ve been baptized and now actively participate in prayer meetings, the women’s group, and other church activities. For the past three years, I’ve served as the treasurer of the ladies’ group.
Though I tire easily, I grow corn, peanuts, beans, sor-ghum, and millet to sell. I usually grow onions too but missed planting this year due to two bouts of malaria. Even with the occasional illness, life in the Lord is good. I used to fear death, but now I know I’ll be with Him.
Singing hymns helps me focus on God and fills me with a deep longing to be with Him. This is my favorite hymn:
This journey is long, very long. The climb is hard, it is hard. It is important to be strong and stand firm in Jesus. This long journey, very long—when someone dies. This long journey, very long—when somebody is sick. It is important to be strong and stand firm in Jesus.
I’m full of gratitude for all the help I’ve received. I send warm greetings to everyone who has supported us at the hospital. Please stay strong and continue helping.
Healing bodies. Transforming hearts. God lovingly drew Ndjambelwa—sick with tuberculosis and griev-ing the loss of two children—into a relationship with Himself. The Hand of God. By Prayer.
Rio da Huila Hospital serves the Ovamuila-Nyaneka people in southern Angola.
Pray With Us
• For our community outreach program to reach un reached villages
• For physical and spiritual healing for patients like Ndjambelwa
• For strength and wisdom for our team
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