I still shake when I remember that day. I saw it with my own eyes, and I don’t wish it on any man. You can feed someone, clothe them, pay their rent, and they still break your heart like it’s nothing.

It was a Sunday morning. I had left early for a job errand, but something told me to turn back. Call it a gut feeling, or maybe just God. I reached home quietly. I didn’t even knock. I opened the door straight and went to the bedroom.

The first thing I saw was my wife, naked on our bed. On top of her was our pastor. The same pastor who prays for us. The one who blesses our house. Sweating like he was fighting demons.

When they saw me, my wife didn’t even scream. She looked at me, laughed slightly, and told the pastor, “Nimekupanulia yote, bwana yangu ataligongwa na tractor akufe.”

I went numb. I just stood there. The room was quiet. All I could hear was my own heartbeat. The woman I gave everything had wished death on me for a pastor.

I left the house like a madman. I didn’t know where I was going. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t talk. Just pain. I didn’t eat that day. I didn’t sleep. I kept hearing those words in my head. Tractor. Death. Betrayal.

For three days, I moved like a zombie. I was angry, yes. But more than that, I was confused. How did things get this far? Why was she not even afraid of me walking in? Why was she talking about my death like a joke?

Then, one evening, as I sat outside a shop in the estate, a guy I barely know sat next to me. He told me he had gone through something similar. He told me not to lose myself. That there’s still hope. Then he gave me a number and email for Kiwanga Doctors.

I didn’t believe in such things. But I also didn’t have anything to lose.\

The next day, I reached out. I explained everything. They listened. Carefully. Then they told me what I needed was a Love Spell. Not to harm her. Not to curse the pastor. But to return my wife’s heart to me. To bind her soul back to our marriage. To make her see what she had forgotten.

I said yes. Within days, I noticed something strange. My wife started acting different. Cooking like she used to. Cleaning the house early. Praying, but this time in the bedroom, alone. No long phone calls. No random movements. One day she told me, “Baba nani, I don’t know what came over me. I was lost. Please forgive me.”

Since then, it’s been different. She’s always home. Always checking on me. She deleted the pastor’s number. She even blocked him everywhere. Our love is back. Our home feels like a home again.

If you’re reading this and going through the same pain don’t give up. Don’t carry the hurt alone. There are real people who can help you fix it.

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I was broken. I had given up. But Kiwanga Doctors helped me bring my wife back. I didn’t need to fight. I didn’t need to shout.