I still remember that day like it just happened. The way I screamed, the way the crowd gathered, and the way my heart pounded inside my chest. You hear stories, you laugh, you even gossip, but when it happens to you, everything changes.
That morning, my instincts told me something was off. My husband, Patrick, left the house saying he was going to meet a client. He even kissed my cheek like usual. But something felt strange. I don’t know if it was the way he smiled, or how he sprayed extra cologne. My gut just knew.
I called his phone around 11 a.m. It rang once, then he switched it off. That confirmed everything. I decided to follow my instincts. I called a boda guy I trust and told him to help me trail Patrick’s car if he saw it. Within an hour, he called back, he’d found it parked at a guest house, deep in town.
My chest tightened. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream. I rushed there, praying I was wrong. But deep down, I knew the truth.
When I arrived, there was already a small crowd gathering. Apparently, there had been shouting coming from one of the rooms. Then it happened.
From inside the guesthouse, there was yelling. And then screaming. A woman’s voice. A man’s voice. Then loud cries:
“Uiiiiii! Uiiii! Kujeniii!”
People ran to the door. The caretaker was panicking. And then I heard someone whisper, “They are stuck. The man and the girl, stuck.”
I froze.
Could it be…? No. Not Patrick.
But deep in my heart, I already knew. Minutes later, the lodge staff confirmed it: my husband was stuck inside with a young girl, one of those slay queens you see parading on Instagram.
The shame? The pain? I can’t even begin to describe it.
They called an ambulance, but nothing worked. That’s when one of the onlookers mentioned Kiwanga Doctors. He said he had seen a similar incident before and only Kiwanga was able to “unlock” the couple. I had heard of Kiwanga before, people talked about their powers, but I never thought I’d be the one needing them.
I swallowed my pride and called the number.
The doctor was calm. He asked me a few questions, then told me something I’ll never forget:
“This was a spiritual warning. Your home has been under threat, and you did the right thing by seeking help now.”
He performed a remote ritual, instructed me on how to prepare cleansing herbs at home, and gave me spiritual protection for myself and my children. Within two hours of that call, Patrick and the girl were unstuck, but he was left in tears and shaking.
When he got home, he fell to his knees. He admitted everything. That he’d been seeing the girl for months. That he didn’t know what came over him. That it felt like a spell. I wanted to throw him out. But I also saw a broken man. A man who needed help. We began the healing process, not just as a couple but as a home.
It’s been four months now. Our marriage isn’t perfect, but it’s honest. The slay queen never contacted him again. And as for me, I sleep in peace now, knowing that my home is spiritually protected.
I’m sharing my story not out of pride, but to say this: when the physical world fails you, don’t ignore the spiritual.
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