I never imagined that the man I once loved would become my worst nightmare. When I married Patrick, I thought I had found my soulmate, someone to build a life with, share laughter, and grow old together. But in just a few years, my dream of a happy marriage turned into a daily battle for survival.
At first, it was small things, his temper flaring over minor mistakes, harsh words that stung like a whip. But soon, the anger turned physical. One evening, he came home drunk and furious over something I had no control over. Before I could understand what was happening, his fist met my face, sending me crashing to the floor. That night was the beginning of my nightmare.
The abuse became routine. Some days, it was slaps. Other days, it was worse. He made sure no one saw the bruises, always targeting places I could cover with clothing. I couldn’t leave, where would I go? My parents had warned me not to come back home if my marriage failed. My friends, those who hadn’t already drifted away, told me to ‘be patient’ and ‘pray for change.’
But prayer wasn’t stopping the punches.
One night, after he almost choked me to death, I decided enough was enough. I packed a small bag and waited until he fell into a deep sleep. I ran.
I reached my cousin Sarah’s house in Jinja, trembling and exhausted. She was horrified when she saw me. “You need more than just hiding,” she said. “You need protection. Real protection.”
She told me about Kiwanga Doctors, a group of powerful spiritual healers who had helped women in situations like mine. At first, I hesitated. Could they really protect me from Patrick? Wouldn’t he find me and drag me back? But I had nothing to lose.
I contacted Kiwanga Doctors the next morning. They listened patiently as I explained my situation. They assured me they could help, but I needed to trust the process. “You will be free, and he will never harm you again,” they said with certainty.
The process began with a protection spell, ensuring that Patrick could no longer find me. They also performed a ritual to reverse his control over me, cutting all spiritual ties he had forced into our marriage.
The results were immediate.
Patrick tried everything to find me. He went to my parents, my old friends, even my former workplace, but no one could tell him where I was. It was as if I had vanished from his world. Then, something strange happened.
Three days later, I got a call from Sarah. “You won’t believe this,” she whispered. “Patrick… he’s in the hospital.”
Apparently, he had tried to come after me again, but the moment he stepped out of his house, he collapsed. The doctors couldn’t find anything physically wrong with him, but he remained weak and powerless. From that day, he stopped looking for me.
For the first time in years, I felt free.
With Kiwanga Doctors’ guidance, I was able to rebuild my life. I found a small apartment, got a new job, and finally started living without fear. I learned to smile again, to dream again.
Today, I tell every woman going through abuse: you don’t have to suffer. You don’t have to wait for things to get worse. You don’t have to be trapped. There is a way out, and I am living proof of it.
Kiwanga Doctors saved my life. And if you’re reading this, maybe they can save yours too.To reach out to Kiwanga doctors call +254116469840 or visit their website www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke.
