When I gave birth to my baby, I expected a few unsolicited opinions from family, especially from my husband’s side. But nothing could have prepared me for how obsessed my mother-in-law became with naming the baby.
She insisted no, demanded that we give the baby a specific name, one I had never heard before, one that didn’t even sound like it came from our community. At first, I laughed it off. But the way her face hardened when I suggested another name chilled me.
She visited us just hours after delivery and kept repeating the name like a chant. She said it brought blessings, that it belonged to an ancestor who had never known defeat. My husband was unusually quiet.
When I asked him why, he said, “Let’s just go with it. It’ll keep the peace.” That was the first red flag. My husband is rarely the type to fold under pressure, but this time, he looked… afraid.
We named our son what she wanted, though my heart wasn’t in it. The first few days after we returned home, things seemed normal. But then the nightmares started. My baby wouldn’t sleep unless held, and even then, he cried non-stop.
Every time I closed my eyes, I’d dream of a man dressed in black robes standing over his crib. I stopped sleeping altogether. One night, I found myself standing outside in the cold at 3AM with the baby in my arms and I had no memory of walking there.
I confided in my aunt who is deeply spiritual. She didn’t hesitate she told me to seek help immediately. That’s how I contacted Kiwanga Doctors. I explained everything: the forced name, the strange behavior, the dreams.
They listened quietly and asked me to bring a piece of cloth the baby had worn and say the name three times while holding it. After a brief silence, the man on the other end said, “That name is a spiritual trap.”
He went on to explain that some names, especially ones tied to rituals, carry generational spirits. In this case, the name belonged to a powerful man who had made a pact to never leave this world entirely. He needed a vessel, a newborn, to keep his power rooted in the physical world. And my son had been chosen.
I was shaking. But Kiwanga Doctors assured me they could help. They prepared cleansing herbs and gave us a new spiritual name for the baby one full of light and protection. The moment we renamed him, everything changed. The crying stopped. The nightmares vanished. And for the first time, I saw peace in my child’s eyes.
The real bombshell came a week later, when I secretly visited my husband’s uncle to get more information. What he told me still haunts me. The name belonged to my husband’s grandfather a feared man rumored to have been involved in dark rituals.
Before his death, he had insisted that his name must never disappear from the family. But no one had dared use it until my mother-in-law forced it upon my son.
“She was promised protection and prosperity if she fulfilled that request,” the uncle said. “But at what cost?” We’ve since cut ties with her. My husband, now fully aware of what had been done, was furious. He said he always suspected something wasn’t right, but fear and obligation clouded his judgment.
We relocated, changed the baby’s documents, and performed an extensive spiritual cleansing guided by Kiwanga Doctors.Today, my baby is healthy, joyful, and growing into a calm, wise little soul. I still get chills thinking of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t followed my instincts.
To anyone reading this, if someone insists too much on naming your child, especially with a name you don’t understand, dig deeper. Names carry power, and not all power is good.
If something feels off, trust your gut. And if you need serious help, don’t hesitate to reach out to Kiwanga Doctors. They saved my child from a future I don’t even want to imagine.
Contact them via phone at +254116469840, email [email protected], or visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke.
