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My Experience with the Kanaima by Mandy Lewis

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Published: 20th of September, 2023

Last updated: September 20, 2023 at 12:38 pm

Young Woman Shares Her Experience of an Alleged Encounter With the Kanaima….

On the 19th of September, 2023, we published an article entitled, “The Kanaima, Folklore or Reality?” Read Story: The Kanaima: Folklore or Reality?

In the article, we examined what the Kanaima was described as and what it might look like. We asked readers to share their thoughts.

A young woman, Ms. Mandy Lewis, who grew up in Guyana, but who now resides overseas, has been kind enough to share an experience which she believes was an encounter with a kanaima when she was a child growing up in Region 7, Guyana, South America.

This is her story….

I was about 5 or 6 years old growing up in Cuyuni Mazaruni, Region 7. The village was way more remote and primitive back then compared to now. There were no generators, just kerosene lamps or flambos, so you heard everything at nights.

Kanimas have soft whistle–that’s how you know they’re nearby. I’ve had quite a few encounters with them, but the one that scared me the most was one night when a man from the village was staying in our house and the kanaima was after him. It was twilight, around 6:30 PM, when i heard whistles coming from behind the banana trees.

I tried to run to warn mommy, but I found that I couldn’t move. It was basically a supernatural encounter. I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. This lasted for about 30 seconds, but within those 30 seconds, I saw eyes–bright red/ multicolored looking eyes, staring at me, and it seemed as though the longer I looked, the longer I was unable to move.

Finally, I was able to move and ran upstairs to tell mommy, but she had known already because the man it was after was crying and telling her, “they come fuh me, they come fuh me.”

Then mommy started to shout for our neighbors who lived across the river. Everyone in the village knew about the man and the kanaimas that were after him because apparently he had killed one of them or something like that.

The neighbors finally showed up and started doing their ritual and prayers and so. The kanaima went away but the man never stayed with us again because it seemed like everywhere he goes, the kanaimas followed him. He could never be alone, he always had to be around people for his own protection.

Eventually, years later, I heard it finally got him. One night he was going home in his canoe, paddling alone on the river and before he could get to land, it got to him. I think he died by drowning.

Story contributed by Ms. Mandy Lewis

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