My name is Nancy and I live in Kayole. I want to share something that still feels like a miracle. It is about my younger brother Dennis. He is twenty three years old, a quiet boy, hard working and respectful. He works with a local delivery company and mostly rides his motorbike around town dropping parcels. He has never even been in trouble with a teacher, let alone police.
On June 25th, Dennis found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had gone to town early in the morning to deliver a package to a client near the Globe Roundabout. That was the same day when the maandamano protests became heated and turned chaotic.
As he tried to head back home, he was stopped by police officers who were rounding up young men. Before he could explain anything, they bundled him into a police van. They claimed he was part of a group that had looted a nearby shop. He did not even know what shop they were talking about. He was carrying his delivery bag and wearing his company jacket with ID. But no one listened.
When we found out, my mother nearly collapsed. We rushed to the police station. They told us he had already been moved to another location. It took us a whole day to find him. They said they were charging him with theft and disturbing public order. It was a nightmare.
We hired a lawyer but he told us it was going to be a tough case. The police had already written their version of events and there were witnesses who claimed they saw someone dressed like Dennis stealing. We knew he was innocent but in that moment, innocence was not enough.
As days passed and the case moved forward, my auntie from Bungoma called me. She asked me if I had considered trying a court case spell. I did not understand what she meant. She said when her husband had a land dispute years ago, she got help from Shaba Mangube Doctors and they won the case.
I had heard about them but never really thought I would need such help. But seeing my mother cry every night and Dennis looking so defeated pushed me to try. I got the contact and explained our situation.
They listened without judging. They told me that sometimes truth alone does not speak. You need to unlock doors that are spiritually shut. They said Dennis was not meant to be in that situation but bad luck and spiritual traps had drawn him there.
They prepared a court case spell for him. I was given special herbs to burn at home while praying for justice. They also asked me to write Dennis’s name on a piece of paper, fold it with some white sugar and place it under his pillow at night when we visited him in remand. They explained that the sugar was symbolic for making his truth sweet in the ears of the judge.
During the court hearing the following week, something shifted. The judge questioned the officers sharply. He said their report had gaps and that no clear evidence linked Dennis to the scene. Even the so-called witnesses could not agree on details. Our lawyer said it was the best hearing he had seen in months.
After two more sessions, the judge ruled that Dennis had no case to answer. He walked free. I cried in court. I hugged him so tight I thought I would break his ribs. Even our lawyer said, “Someone must have prayed hard.”
Yes, I did. And Shaba Mangube Doctors helped me do it right.
If someone you love is facing a court case and you know they are innocent, do not wait. Spiritual help exists. Sometimes truth needs power behind it. I am grateful Dennis got a second chance.
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