I still shake when I tell this story.
For months, I’d seen signs. Strange movements in the compound, slithering trails that disappeared without a trace, the eerie hissing sounds at night. I dismissed it as normal, maybe a passing snake here and there, after all, we live near the bush.
But it kept happening.
The most chilling part? The snakes always came close to the house. Once, I found one curled in the baby’s toys. Another time, it was under my bed. I started losing sleep. I cleaned every corner, fumigated, burned herbs, but nothing worked. The snakes kept coming. My neighbors whispered that someone had sent “things” to my home.
Still, I kept ignoring it… until that Sunday.
It had rained the night before. That morning, I dressed up and took my daughter to church. I remember feeling peace as we worshipped, I even told myself maybe things were getting better. We returned home in the afternoon, had lunch, and I excused myself to go to the toilet outside.
What happened next… I will never forget.
As I squatted in the toilet, something cold and thick brushed against my thigh. Before I could even react, a huge python coiled around my waist from behind, squeezing me. I screamed with every ounce of my being. I fought, kicked, scratched the walls, but it just tightened.
I could feel my ribs aching. I saw death. Then, suddenly, my 10-year-old daughter appeared at the doorway.
“Mummy!”
She didn’t even hesitate. That brave little girl started throwing slippers at the snake, screaming and crying. I was shouting at her to run, but she refused. She kept yelling, “You can’t take my mummy!”
Then, the unthinkable happened. The snake uncoiled from me and slithered toward her.
That moment, I don’t know what happened inside me. Something burst open in my chest. I think it was adrenaline, maybe something spiritual. I grabbed the toilet pan beside me, heavy as it was, and with all my strength, I slammed it down on the snake’s head. Over and over.
It finally stopped moving.
We both collapsed and cried. My daughter clung to me like a baby. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I knew what I had escaped was more than just a snake. It was spiritual warfare. I was under attack, and it was only getting worse.
The next morning, I told my story to an old friend. She didn’t seem shocked at all. “My sister,” she said, “You’ve waited too long. Someone is using dark forces against you. Get spiritual protection. Call Kiwanga Doctors.”
I didn’t even think twice. I called that evening.
They listened patiently as I told them everything, from the strange snake visits to the python attack. The spiritual doctor told me the truth I feared: a jealous relative had planted a snake spirit to torment and eventually destroy me and my children. But he also said something powerful:
“You’re still alive because your spirit fought back. Now, let us protect you for good.”
He prepared a strong protection spell, gave me a cleansing kit, and performed a ritual of reversal to send the attacks back to sender. He also sealed my compound spiritually to block further entries of evil.
Since that day, not a single snake has appeared. My sleep is peaceful. My daughter stopped having nightmares. Even my business picked up again. We are safe.
And now, I tell everyone who listens, don’t wait until the spirits touch your waist to act. Get protected before it’s too late.
Contact Kiwanga Doctors:
Phone: +254116469840
Website: www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke
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