I never believed in spells. Not the kind whispered about in the markets of Kampala, not the kind woven into old folktales. But when jealousy threatened to ruin everything I had worked for, I had no choice but to seek help from those who understood forces beyond the ordinary the Kiwanga doctors.

It started when my small tailoring shop in Owino Market began attracting attention. My designs, simple yet elegant, caught the eyes of a wealthy client who commissioned me to make dresses for her boutique. That was the beginning of my rise and my downfall.

At first, the whispers were just that, whispers. Other tailors eyed me with suspicion, their smiles tight and forced. Then came the ruined fabrics, the stolen materials, the strange stains that appeared overnight on my best work. Orders began disappearing, and loyal clients suddenly turned cold. I knew what it was, Envy. A silent, creeping poison.

My mother was the one who suggested seeking help from the Kiwanga doctors. “Envy is a dangerous thing,” she warned. “You must protect yourself.”

I traveled to a small village near Jinja, where the Kiwanga doctor, an elderly man with knowing eyes, welcomed me into his hut. He listened as I poured out my troubles, nodding as if he had heard it all before. Then he reached for a bundle of herbs and a piece of golden thread.

“This thread,” he said, handing it to me, “will be woven into your designs. It will not block jealousy, but it will transform it. Those who wear your clothes will carry an energy that turns envy into admiration. Instead of resentment, people will be inspired by you.”

I was skeptical, but desperation pushed me forward. I returned to my shop and did as he instructed, sewing a tiny strand of golden thread into every piece I made.

The change was subtle at first. Clients who had once turned away returned, complimenting my work as if seeing it for the first time. The tailors who had once whispered about me now watched with curiosity, then with respect. A woman who had once sneered at my success approached me, asking if I could teach her my technique.

Within months, my small shop was thriving. The jealousy that once threatened me had transformed into something else appreciation, admiration, even inspiration. It was as if the very energy around me had shifted.

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