I was raised to believe that love is sacred, that when a man says he loves you, he means forever. So, when Patrick came into my life, I gave him everything. My time. My trust. My body. I was 26 and naïve, but I was in love.
Patrick was charming. Tall, deep-voiced, and always texting “I miss you” like a man who truly cared. He even met my mum once. I thought I’d found my future husband.
Then I missed my period.
When I told him, he went quiet. No reply for hours. Then finally: “Are you sure it’s mine?”
I was shocked. We’d been together almost a year. Of course it was his. But that was the beginning of the nightmare. The sweet man I loved turned cold overnight. He stopped calling. Stopped checking on me. I had to go for antenatal alone. When I sent him the ultrasound, he blue-ticked me.
Then he blocked me.
Everywhere.
WhatsApp. Facebook. Even changed his number. I couldn’t reach him. No explanation. Just like that, I became a single mother.
I cried for nights. My pregnancy was rough. I couldn’t afford good food or even decent medical care. I nearly gave up.
When I gave birth, I had no one in the hospital room. Just me and my tiny baby girl.
Months passed, and I struggled to keep us afloat. I sold my TV. Then my phone. Eventually, I borrowed money to pay rent. All while the man who made me a mother was out there living large, buying drinks for slay queens and pretending he didn’t know me.
Then, one day, I was at my lowest, frustrated and bitter, when an old friend visited. She looked at me and said, “Why don’t you go to Kiwanga Doctors?”
I laughed. “You think witchcraft will help me?”
She said, “No. This isn’t witchcraft. This is spiritual justice.”
I was skeptical. But desperation has a way of humbling you. So I called the number she gave me. The Kiwanga Doctor listened without interrupting. When I finished, he said calmly, “He will pay for every tear you shed.”
He prepared a justice spell, a child support spell, and a truth revelation ritual. I was given a special charm to place under my baby’s pillow and asked to light a spiritual candle every night for seven nights.
On the fifth night, something strange happened.
Patrick’s mother called me. She said Patrick had been having dreams of a baby crying, calling him “daddy” in the middle of the night. He hadn’t slept in days.
The next day, Patrick unblocked me. He messaged: “Can we talk?”
By week’s end, he showed up, shaking. Pale. Apologetic. He confessed everything. He’d tried to forget me, even convinced himself I’d trap him, but lately he couldn’t sleep. He said he felt “a presence” pushing him to do right.
He started sending money immediately. Paid rent, school fees, and even brought diapers and food without me asking. Every month without fail, he sends child support, and he never dares miss a payment.
I didn’t lift a finger. I didn’t beg or chase him. Spiritual justice handled it all.
To any single mother struggling because a man used you and ran, I know the pain. But don’t cry anymore. There’s help. There’s power in spiritual intervention.
Kiwanga Doctors changed my story, let them change yours too.
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