I used to believe surviving a fatal car crash was the worst thing that could happen. But I was wrong—what followed after that accident nearly broke me.

It all began on a rainy Tuesday morning, just like any other. I was on my usual route to work, mentally planning my day. I didn’t see it coming—the truck that lost control and swerved into my lane. The impact was loud and brutal. I didn’t even have time to scream. The world went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed two days later. My leg was broken, my ribs fractured, and I had deep cuts on my arms and face. The doctor called it a miracle that I survived.

My family was crying tears of joy. But while they were relieved I was alive, I could sense something wasn’t right. I didn’t feel lucky—I felt like I’d returned to a life that was about to unravel.

The real struggle began once I left the hospital. Friends who had flooded me with messages and hospital visits went silent. My workplace cut me off after exhausting my sick leave.

I was suddenly out of income, with hospital bills staring at me. The landlord gave me a week to clear my rent arrears. I was still limping, still in pain—and now, drowning in stress.

Then, things got weirder. My nights became plagued with vivid, terrifying nightmares. I dreamt of being chased, drowning, or being pulled by unseen hands.

Sometimes I’d see shadows standing at the edge of my bed, only to wake up drenched in sweat. Electronics in my house began malfunctioning—light bulbs bursting, the TV turning on by itself, even my phone freezing or dying abruptly.

At first, I thought it was post-traumatic stress. But when my body stopped responding to treatment, and I began experiencing sudden dizzy spells, I knew something deeper was wrong.

My luck seemed cursed. Business deals collapsed at the last minute, close friends turned against me, and I lost money mysteriously. It was like someone—or something—was blocking every step I tried to take.

I finally opened up to my aunt, who’s deeply spiritual. She listened quietly and then said something that shook me: “Your accident wasn’t natural.

Someone wanted you gone—and when it didn’t work, they switched to another method.” I was stunned. The thought that someone could wish me harm to that extent was terrifying.

She gave me the contact of Kiwanga Doctors. I’d heard of them in passing—how they helped people facing unexplainable problems—but I always thought those were stories for desperate people. But now I was desperate. I had lost nearly everything and feared I was losing myself too.

When I contacted them, they treated me with respect and kindness. I shared everything, from the accident to the nightmares and the misfortunes that followed.

After a spiritual consultation, they confirmed my aunt’s suspicions—dark forces were behind everything I’d experienced, and I needed to be cleansed and protected before it was too late.

They prepared a powerful spiritual cleansing for me, along with a protection charm ring that I was to wear day and night. I also followed a 7-day herbal cleansing routine using natural ingredients they provided.

It wasn’t just about rituals—it was about reconnecting with the energy around me and removing anything that wasn’t meant for me. From the third day, I noticed changes.

I could sleep through the night without seeing disturbing images. My strength returned gradually. My body healed faster. And most importantly, the bad luck that had clung to me like a shadow started to lift.

People who had turned cold began reaching out to apologize. A pending business deal finally went through, and I started getting job offers again. For the first time in months, I felt light—free.

The most surprising part was what happened to the people who had betrayed or sabotaged me. One of them lost their job after being exposed for corruption.

Another suffered a financial downfall. I wasn’t happy to see them suffer, but it confirmed what I had feared all along—that they had played a role in my downfall. Kiwanga Doctors had not only protected me, but they also restored balance.

Today, I’m in a far better place. I got a better job than the one I lost. My confidence is back, my health is stable, and I wear my protection ring every day like a badge of survival. I no longer live in fear—I live with gratitude.

If you’re going through a streak of bad luck, feeling blocked, or sensing something is wrong but can’t explain it—listen to your gut. Some things can’t be solved in hospitals or by logic alone.

Kiwanga Doctors gave me my life back, and for that, I’ll always be thankful.

You can reach them at +254116469840, email [email protected], or visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke. Don’t wait until it’s too late—help might just be one phone call away.