My name is Kevin. I live in Ruiru but originally I am from Kakamega. I got married to the love of my life in 2014. Her name is Cynthia. We met during campus days at a sports event. She was bold and smart, the kind of woman who makes a man proud. Our love was pure. We moved in together soon after graduation and built a simple home with hopes of growing old together.
But things changed after 2017. I lost my job. She tried to carry the weight on her own for some time. But slowly, our conversations turned into arguments. I would sit in the house the whole day, sometimes drinking to drown my shame. She became more distant. Then one day she packed her things and left.
She moved to her sister’s place in Westlands and told me she needed time. That time turned into silence. Months passed. Then years. No messages. No visits. Her number was still on my phone but I would just stare at it. I would open our wedding photos late at night and ask myself where I went wrong.
I tried to move on. I dated briefly but nothing felt right. My heart still belonged to her. Even when friends mocked me for still hoping, I kept praying. I knew she still loved me deep down.
Last year, something pushed me to act. I bumped into her by accident in town. She was walking with a colleague. We locked eyes for three seconds. She looked away. I wanted to follow her but I froze. That night I cried like a child. That is when I knew I had to fight for her, not with pride, but with everything I had.
Someone I know mentioned Shaba Mangube Doctors. He said he had used a love spell to bring back his girlfriend after three years of no contact. At first I laughed. But later I asked for the number. He told me not to joke with matters of the heart.
I called. I was nervous but the voice that answered was calm. They asked me questions. Was there bitterness? Had she blocked me spiritually or was it just time and pain separating us?
They told me that our bond was still alive but covered by emotional dust. They said there was love, but also pride and hidden hurt between us. They offered a traditional love spell to help clear the blockages and awaken her feelings again.
I was asked to send a photo of us together and a shirt she had left behind. They prepared a special powder to sprinkle on the shirt while burning two red candles and repeating her full name.
I followed everything. They also gave me words to whisper each night before sleeping. It felt silly at first, but I did it faithfully.
After 14 days, I received a message. It was Cynthia. She said, “Hey. I had a strange dream about us yesterday. Just wanted to check how you are.” I stared at that text for almost ten minutes. Then I replied. Slowly we started talking again.
We met after a few weeks. She cried. I cried. She said she felt a pull she could not explain. She said she remembered all the good times suddenly and wanted to give us a second chance.
We are now back together. Stronger. Happier. Wiser. I know love does not just disappear. Sometimes it gets buried under life’s storms. But with help, it can rise again.
To anyone who lost someone they still love, do not give up. Do not suffer in silence. I am living proof that with the right help, even broken love can be restored.
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