So yesterday I angered the Zimbabweans who follow me on social media by writing a post about Meghan Markle, The Duchess Of Sussex, where I said I believed she needed to tone down on the bump rubbing or bump cradling as others prefer to call it. It wasn’t an attack on the Duchess, I have so much love and respect for the woman, I merely pointed out that she just needed to exercise caution and self-control whilst in public.
Now, after I wrote the post about Meghan Markle on my Facebook wall, Zimbabweans, staying true to their animal Kingdom behaviour each time anyone goes against their reasoning or mental capacity, descended on me like a pack of baboons, it must be the animal totems in them. Sometimes I believe these people are possessed by their totems, it is their religion, after all, they really behave like animals, bless their pagan souls.
Because of Meghan Markle, I even had one woman whom I last saw in the cult of Agape Church like 6 years ago come on my Facebook wall to comment. Like suddenly, all the demons came out of their holes, all because I said Meghan Markle needs to tone it down a bit. I started getting all sorts of abuse and insults, which is what Zimbabweans do when they do not agree with someone. Honestly, I had no idea that Meghan Markle had this kind of effect on Zimbabweans, I honestly thought most of them didn’t even know who she was, considering all they ever do is talk about their political crisis, which is beyond a joke by the way. Most of them by their own admission, do say the nation is cursed.
I have seen barbarism before but this country is on another level.
Zimbabweans said I was jealous of Meghan Markle because I was poor. They said I am bitter and angry that I do not have the lifestyle of the Duchess of Sussex. They said I am angry that I never married a prince. They said my Boaz was ugly and could never be compared to Prince Harry who is apparently more good-looking than Nino. They said I have never carried a Royal Baby in my womb so I can never possibly comprehend what Meghan is feeling. They said my 6 pregnancies are nothing compared to the one pregnancy of Meghan Markle. They said I am a nobody, and Meghan Markle is a somebody. Because of Meghan Markle, I was called a witch yesterday by Zimbabweans.
I then realized I had to take action and immediately issued a statement on my Facebook wall that I was no longer accepting hateful and abusive comments from the barbaric Kingdom. So I blocked all their hateful comments.
Then they took my post and started sharing it on their Facebook groups. One of the biggest Zimbabwe Facebook group called Mvenge Mvenge Ezomgidho, which has over 80k members, apparently started running several posts dedicated to me over the Meghan Post I wrote. Apparently, all they ever do on this illiterate Facebook group is talk about Jean Gasho. They seem obsessed with my opinions and anything I say becomes breaking news to fuel their Facebook group popularity.
Well with all the screenshots coming to me from all sorts of Zimbabwe groups which were discussing me yesterday, I actually had no idea I was that BIG to them, not that it matters. I do not need a crown in the animal kingdom of darkness.
I was raised by the original King of Zimbabwe, Chief Mutota, who has the spirit of Nyastimba Mutota the grandson of Sheba the Queen of Zimbabwe, if I wanted the crown of Zimbabwe I would have it today, but I refused it.
Former President Robert Mugabe knew who my Father was. President Emmerson Mnangagwa knows who my Father was. They all know that the spirit medium of Great Zimbabwe is on the man who raised me. He can’t be touched because he is the only living direct descendant of the Geshur kingdom.
So do not get it twisted Zimbabweans, I am the original Princess of Zimbabwe, because of all of Chief Mutota’s children, I was always the chosen one, hence his other children, legitimate and illegitimate, found my existence on this planet problematic. Chief Mutota always passed the crown to me, but I refused it because I am no longer from pagan Zimbabwe. I was instructed by God to denounce the country and forget my fathers’ house.
“Listen, O royal daughter, and consider, and incline your ear; forget also your own people, and your father’s house,” Psalm 45.
Now let me make one thing clear to you foolish Zimbabweans, especially about Meghan Markle whom you claim to love and adore and say I, Lady Mary-Tamar am jealous of.
- My Boaz is of royal blood. I did marry a true Prince.
- I have carried royal babies in my womb, I know what Meghan is feeling, and even more. I know what it means to carry a chosen promised child.
- How can I possibly be jealous of Meghan Markle The Duchess Of Sussex, I am more than what she is, I just didn’t marry a Prince, I was born royalty.
On that note, I will end it right there.
The Genesis Of The Revelation
By Lady Mary-Tamar