I never thought I’d live to tell this story. For a long time, I kept quiet out of fear, shame, and confusion. But if my words can help even one woman escape what I went through, then it’s worth it.

When I met George, he was a charismatic man of God. He led a small but growing church in town, and everyone called him “Pastor.” He preached with power, laid hands on people, and they fell under the anointing. I was in awe. I thought I had finally found a man who walked with God.

We got married after six months. That’s when the strange things started.

At night, I’d wake up to find him not in bed. Sometimes, I’d hear him whispering, chanting, even. Other times, I’d find him standing naked outside, staring at the moon. He always claimed it was “prayer,” but my spirit knew something was off.

Then came the padlocks.

He put three padlocks on the spare room and warned me never to enter. He said it was “consecrated space for fasting.” But the one time I peeked inside, I found black candles, bones, feathers, and mirrors. I was terrified. That was no fasting room.

When I confronted him, he changed completely. The loving man I married turned into a stranger. He slapped me for the first time. Told me I had “broken a covenant” and that now, something would “follow me.”

From that day, my life turned upside down.

I started having terrifying nightmares. Snakes. Fires. Screaming voices. During the day, I’d get dizzy and lose track of time. My hair started falling out in clumps. And no matter how much I prayed, it only got worse.

Church members whispered about me, some said I had demons. Others said I was cursed. But deep down, I knew the truth: my husband was not who he claimed to be.

A friend I hadn’t spoken to in years randomly messaged me and said, “You need to seek spiritual help, not just prayer. Real help.”

She mentioned Kiwanga Doctors and gave me the contact. I was skeptical, but desperate. I reached out.

They were kind. They didn’t judge me. When I told them everything, they said, “You are living with a man who serves both dark and light, his powers are clashing, and you’re the sacrifice.”

I felt sick.

Kiwanga gave me a spiritual cleansing oil, a protection charm to keep under my pillow, and something for my bath. I followed their instructions to the letter. Within days, the nightmares stopped. I slept for the first time in weeks.

But that’s not all.

One night, my husband tried to enter the spare room, and screamed. He said something was blocking the door. He couldn’t explain it. That night, he fled. Packed his things and disappeared.

Later, I learned that after my cleansing, his powers were weakened, and his secrets started coming out. Church members turned on him. His “miracles” stopped working. His fake ministry crumbled.

As for me? I’m free. I’m alive. And I’m stronger than ever.

To any woman reading this: Don’t ignore your instincts. If you feel something is spiritually wrong, don’t wait until it breaks you. Seek help. Real help.

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