I always dreamed of my wedding day. I imagined walking down the aisle with my heart full of joy, surrounded by friends and family, to say “I do” to the man I loved. But nothing prepared me for the horror that unfolded that day.

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My name is Hellen, and this is not a story I ever thought I would tell.

Our wedding was set in a beautiful garden venue just outside town. Everything was perfect, the flowers, the food, the weather, the guests. My fiance Paul, and I had overcome so much to get to this point. His ex-girlfriend had fought hard to ruin our relationship, even spreading rumors that I used charms to “trap” him. But we didn’t listen. Love had won.

Or so I thought.

As soon as the pastor asked the congregation to rise for my entrance, something strange happened. One of Paul’s aunts let out a loud shriek and collapsed. At first, we thought maybe it was heat or age. But then, another guest screamed, this time clutching their head like something invisible was attacking them.

In a matter of minutes, three more guests fainted. Children began crying uncontrollably. The once-celebratory atmosphere turned into chaos. My father-in-law, a strong and quiet man, stood and shouted, “This wedding is cursed! This is not a union of light!”

I froze.

Paul rushed to me, his hands trembling. “We need to stop this,” he whispered.

The pastor tried to pray over the situation, but his voice trembled. “There’s something dark here. We must pause this ceremony.”

We left the venue in tears.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My hands shook as I tried to eat. Paul kept pacing, re-reading strange texts he’d received that morning, messages saying things like, “You still have time to walk away” and “This marriage will only bring pain.”

I knew we were under attack. Spiritually.

It was Paul’s cousin who pulled us aside and whispered something we didn’t expect: “You need to see the Kiwanga Doctors. I was once in a similar trap.”

At first, we laughed. We didn’t believe in that sort of thing. But after what we had just witnessed, we had no choice. We called them.

They listened patiently. Then they asked specific questions, had anyone ever threatened us before the wedding? Had Paul ever been romantically involved with someone jealous or controlling?

When we mentioned his ex, they didn’t even flinch.

“She has used dark forces,” the spiritualist said calmly. “Not to harm you permanently, but to embarrass you, so that the marriage never takes place.”

They offered us a full spiritual cleansing. They gave us blessed incense, protective rings to wear until the ritual was complete, and a powerful love protection charm to bind us together, shielded from further spiritual interference.

We followed every instruction carefully for seven days.

The nightmares stopped.

My body stopped shaking.

Paul’s energy returned.

A month later, we held another wedding, private this time, with only close family and friends. Not a single incident occurred. The joy was real. And when we kissed after our vows, I felt safe, covered, and free.

Now we live peacefully. That ex-girlfriend? She moved out of the country after being exposed. Her threats never returned.

I share my story because I know someone reading this might be going through a spiritual battle disguised as bad luck, delay, or embarrassment. Don’t ignore the signs. Don’t be ashamed.

If you need help, contact Kiwanga Doctors at +254116469840, visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke or email [email protected]. They saved our wedding, and our future.