Employees at a leading company in marketing agency in Nairobi were left stunned when news broke that their former colleague, who had been abruptly dismissed just two weeks prior, had returned not as a worker, but as the new owner of the company.
The surprising twist unfolded quietly, but the ripple effects were immediate. Whispers turned into gasps as the man who was once ordered to pack his things without a handshake stepped into the boardroom with purchase documents in hand.
Sources within the company say the firing had seemed personal. “It wasn’t even based on performance,” said one employee. “He was one of the top strategists. We all thought he was being groomed for a managerial role.”
But things had clearly changed behind the scenes, and no one expected the same man they saw walking out with a cardboard box of his belongings would soon be seated at the helm of the business.
It is alleged that the sudden dismissal had been orchestrated by the then Managing Director, who felt threatened by the younger employee’s growing influence and fresh ideas. “He was a rising star. Clients loved him.
We heard the MD couldn’t stand how everyone looked up to him,” added another insider. But whatever the reason, no one expected that losing his job would be the very thing that would catapult him into ownership.
I was that man. My name is Brian, and when I tell people what happened, they assume I had money tucked away or some secret plan all along. I didn’t. When I was fired that morning, I went home crushed.
I stared at the wall for hours wondering what I had done wrong. There was no warning, no explanation. Just cold, professional betrayal. The worst part was not the job loss it was how disposable I was made to feel.
For two days I didn’t eat. I stayed in bed wondering how I’d pay rent or take care of my little brother, who I was putting through college. Everything felt like it was crumbling around me.
But something changed on the third day. I remembered a conversation I once had with a friend who had said, “Sometimes, rejection is just redirection.” I clung to that idea like it was the last rope out of a dark pit.
Then I remembered Kiwanga Doctors. I had once sought their help when my mother was sick, and their herbal treatment and guidance had truly helped her recover.
I thought, if they could help heal sickness, maybe they could help me heal this setback and turn it into something greater. I contacted them, desperate not just for employment but for justice, strength, and a way forward.
After explaining my situation, I was given a special spell to attract favor, financial luck, and opportunities. It wasn’t just spiritual it came with discipline, a mindset shift, and energy realignment.
I was told to cleanse myself of bitterness, to prepare not for revenge but for elevation. Alongside that, I was given a business breakthrough ring and told to keep my heart open for unexpected doors.
Within a week, I received a call from one of the agency’s former investors someone I had worked with indirectly. He told me he’d heard I was no longer with the company and asked if I’d be interested in a new venture. I told him the truth I had no capital, only ideas. He laughed and said, “That’s all I need.”
He invited me to a meeting and laid out an offer I couldn’t believe. Apparently, the agency was already sinking. The MD had mismanaged funds, and clients were pulling out since I left.
The investor wanted to buy majority shares, but he didn’t want to manage the company he wanted me to run it. I could be the face, the thinker, the driver. All I had to do was agree.
Two weeks after I was fired, I walked into that same building. Only this time, I wasn’t carrying a box I was carrying signed ownership documents. The look on the MD’s face when I stepped into the boardroom is something I’ll never forget. He had no idea the same person he dismissed like trash was now the boss. It wasn’t revenge it was poetic justice.
Now, I sit in the very office where he once gave me marching orders. The desk, the chair, the title they’re all mine. But what matters most is the respect. The same staff who once pitied me now look up to me. I lead with empathy, fairness, and vision. I know what it feels like to be tossed aside, and I’ve vowed no one under my leadership will feel that way.
If you’re going through a tough time, if life feels like it’s closing every door, just know there’s another one opening. Sometimes it’s not about working harder; sometimes, you need spiritual intervention to unblock your path.
I owe my breakthrough to the guidance and power I received from Kiwanga Doctors. You can reach them at +254116469840, email kiwangadoctors@gmail.com, or visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke.
