If you’ve ever watched someone walk out of your life and felt helpless to stop it, you’ll understand my story. What happened to me still feels like a bad dream, but it’s real. I lived it.

 

Brenda and I had been married for six years. We had our struggles, like any couple, but we were building something together. We had two children. A small shop in town. Nothing fancy, but it was ours. I thought love was enough, until I realized it wasn’t just me loving her.

 

It started subtly. She became quieter, withdrawn. Always on her phone, quick to hide it when I walked in. She said she was stressed about business. I believed her. I trusted her.

 

Then one Saturday morning, she packed a small bag and said she was attending a women’s empowerment event in Mbale, something about expanding her shop through government support. She promised to return the next day.

She didn’t.

 

Her phone went off. Her friends were as clueless as I was. I waited, prayed, even called hospitals, thinking maybe she’d gotten into an accident. After four days, I went to the police. They didn’t seem to care. Said maybe she “needed space.” That hurt more than they’ll ever know.

A week later, I got a call from a number I didn’t know. A man. Calm voice. Confident.

He said, “Your wife is with us now. She’s fine. Don’t call her again.”

I asked who he was. And he replied, “We’re the government.”

My chest tightened. I asked again, “What do you mean?”

He laughed a little and said, “She’s better off now. Accept and move on.”

 

I later found out the man who took her was a local MCA, a well-known politician in the region. My wife had met him during a town meeting weeks earlier. I confronted him once, he didn’t deny it. He actually smirked and said, “You should thank me. She deserves better.”

That broke me.

 

The betrayal. The humiliation. The helplessness. People started whispering. Some mocked me. Others pitied me. But none of them knew what to do. Neither did I.

Until a friend pulled me aside and said, “Bro, try Kiwanga Doctors. If there’s any way to fight this spiritually, they’ll help you.”

I didn’t hesitate. I was ready to do anything to bring her home.

 

At Kiwanga, I was treated like a human being, not a joke. The doctor listened. Didn’t rush me. He explained that what had been done to Brenda wasn’t just physical, it was spiritual manipulation. He prepared for me a cleansing ritual, a herbal incense to burn at night, and gave me a charm to protect my home.

He said, “If her spirit is still tied to yours, she will return.”

Three days passed.

 

On the fourth day, just after midnight, Brenda showed up at our door. She was crying. Exhausted. Ashamed. She said she didn’t understand what came over her, that it was like she was under a spell. The MCA had turned cold. Controlling. She saw the real man too late.

I didn’t say much. I just held her. I had missed her… even after everything.

 

She’s still healing. We both are. But I’m sharing this now because someone out there might be feeling powerless like I did. Don’t give up. There is help. What the world can’t fix, the spirit can. Call Kiwanga Doctors at +254116469840 or write to them via email kiwangadoctors@gmail.com.

April 17, 2025