I never imagined I’d bury both my parents on the same day.

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It was supposed to be a normal Sunday. They had gone for a family friend’s introduction ceremony. I stayed home to prepare for the week. But that night, I got the call that shattered my world.

Their car had a fatal accident. No survivors. My father died on the spot. My mother passed on while being rushed to the hospital.

The pain was unbearable. Friends came, neighbors cried, but inside, I felt something was off. My parents were healthy. They didn’t drink. And they were spiritual people. How could such a tragedy strike them together?

Weeks passed. But the heaviness in my chest remained. I started having dreams. In every dream, my mother was crying. Not from pain, but from betrayal. I’d wake up drenched in sweat, confused and shaken.

Then came the strangest visit.

My mother’s best friend, a woman I’d known since childhood, came to see me. Her face was pale, her hands shaking. She said there was something she needed to confess.

“They didn’t die by accident,” she whispered.

I stared at her. She hesitated, then revealed that my uncle, their own blood brother, had been trying to take over my father’s land and wealth for years. He was deep into strange spiritual practices. And a month before the crash, he had visited a powerful traditionalist and was told that to unlock wealth and power, he needed to offer a “blood sacrifice” of people closest to him.

My heart sank. She handed me an old paper with symbols. “I took this from his house after the funeral,” she said. “He’s gone too far.”

At first, I didn’t believe her. But when I confronted him subtly, his answers were nervous, his eyes twitchy. And from then on, strange things began happening to me too.

I’d wake up and find feathers on my doorstep. I started losing weight. My business clients disappeared. Nightmares became daily torture.

I knew I had to fight back.

That’s when I sought spiritual help.

The healer I met told me everything I feared was true. My uncle had performed a spiritual trade-off, offering the lives of my parents to gain land dominance and generational wealth. And worse still, he had now marked me as the next obstacle.

But it wasn’t too late.

With spiritual cleansing, protection rituals, and a reversal spell, the healer began working on my case. I was given a protection charm and instructed to follow specific cleansing rites.

Within days, I felt peace.

The dreams stopped. My body regained strength. People who had distanced themselves started reaching out again. Even the land dispute case, which had dragged for months, suddenly ruled in my favor.

My uncle, on the other hand, began avoiding everyone. I later learned he had been visited by strange visions. Whatever evil he’d tried to plant had returned to him.

I miss my parents dearly. But now I have peace knowing their souls were avenged. No one deserves to be a victim of spiritual greed.

To anyone who feels there’s more to a tragedy than meets the eye, listen to your gut. Sometimes the dead are not at rest because justice has not been served. Seek spiritual help. Don’t wait until it’s too late.

For spiritual justice, protection, and cleansing, you can reach Kiwanga Doctors at +254116469840, visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke, or email [email protected].