I still remember the smell of cabbage and onions mixed with dust. That tiny grocery shop in our village market was where I spent most of my days, standing behind a wooden counter, hoping for a few customers to buy a tomato or two.
The shop barely made enough for my rent, let alone saving for my dreams. I had always wanted to be a supplier, moving goods in bulk, having trucks branded with my name, but that dream felt too far away. Too unrealistic. Just a fantasy I clung to when days were too hard.
I worked under someone then—Mr. Muli, an older man who believed in structure and rules. I respected him, but I also saw how small his ambition was. He was content with what he had, but I wasn’t.
Every time I went to restock the shop from wholesalers in town, I would observe how they operated. I’d watch the delivery guys offload full lorries of produce and think to myself, One day that will be me.
But how? I had no capital, no connections, and no real support. Everyone around me believed I would remain a shop attendant. When I dared to speak of my dreams, I was mocked.
Even my own relatives would say, “Hiyo ni ndoto ya kuota mchana.” I started to believe them. I became bitter. Every month I had to beg Mr. Muli for a salary increment that never came. I felt stuck.
Things only got worse when the shop started experiencing losses. Some produce would rot. Some were stolen. Customers were becoming fewer, and soon enough, Mr. Muli hinted that he might close shop. I went home that day with a heavy heart. I knew if the shop closed, I’d go back to square one. But maybe that’s what I needed—to start over.
One evening, scrolling on Facebook, I came across a post from someone claiming to have changed their life after consulting Kiwanga Doctors. The person had won a major tender and now ran a booming construction supply business.
At first, I laughed. But as I scrolled further, I saw dozens of similar stories. I noted their contact number: +254116469840 and saved it. I didn’t act immediately, but something within me had already shifted.
A week later, when the shop officially closed, I decided I had nothing more to lose. I called Kiwanga Doctors and explained my dream: to become a supplier to supermarkets.
They listened carefully and told me I had potential but my “star had been blocked spiritually” by envy and ancestral debt. I didn’t understand it all, but I was willing to try anything.
They offered me a business luck spell and gave me a small ring they said would enhance my business aura and open doors. They also gave me instructions to follow for 21 days, including where to place my business proposals, how to prepare myself spiritually before meetings, and some herbal cleanses to “remove bad luck and spiritual stagnation.”
It felt odd at first, but I followed everything to the letter. I took my last savings and printed a well-written business proposal to supply fresh vegetables and fruits. I targeted small supermarkets and even offered free samples to prove my quality. Within a month, one small supermarket gave me a chance to supply on a trial basis.
From there, everything started changing. My deliveries were always fresh, I was punctual, and customers started complimenting the store on their new quality of produce. They gave me a three-month contract. Then another branch reached out.
Then a larger supermarket chain approached me, and just like that, I had to buy a second-hand pickup to manage my deliveries. I was growing faster than I had imagined.
A year later, I have registered my company. I employ six workers. I now supply to six supermarket chains in four counties. My company name is on the delivery trucks I used to dream about. I’ve even been featured in a local business magazine.
Sometimes people ask me what my secret is, and I just smile. They think it was hard work—and yes, it was. But I know deep down that consulting Kiwanga Doctors was the breakthrough I needed. There are things beyond what we see, and some doors only open when we align our spirit with our purpose.
If you’re feeling stuck, don’t be ashamed to seek help. Kiwanga Doctors helped me shift my life. You can reach them at +254116469840, email [email protected], or visit their website at www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke.
I’m living proof that no matter where you start, it’s never too late to rewrite your story. All it takes is one decision, one risk, one act of faith—and the right kind of help.
