Family is supposed to be a place of love, but for us, it had become a battlefield. Brothers were no longer speaking. Sisters looked at each other like enemies. Court cases had dragged on for years, each one uglier than the last. Even funerals turned into shouting matches. We were a family by name only.
I personally reached a point where I thought reconciliation was impossible. How could people who once shared meals now wish death upon each other? The fights were always about land, money, or inheritance, yet somehow they felt deeper than just property. It was as if hatred itself had found a permanent home in our bloodline.
One auntie, who had seen more life than all of us, pulled me aside during a heated session at the chief’s office. She whispered that sometimes quarrels are not just human but spiritual. She told me of families that had lived in cycles of fighting because of curses or witchcraft planted years ago. At first, I ignored her words. But when I saw how fast we were destroying ourselves, I decided to listen.
That was when I was introduced to the Shaba Mangube Doctors. They are known for cleansing and exposing hidden spiritual traps that ordinary eyes cannot see. I hesitated because I feared being judged. But the truth is, we had tried everything else: mediation, lawyers, endless barazas. Nothing worked.
So we called them via +254795613711
The Shaba Mangube Doctors visited our ancestral home. They asked all of us to gather, even those who had sworn never to step foot on that land again.
At first, people resisted, but curiosity won. During the cleansing prayers, things began to happen that I cannot fully explain. Dogs barked nonstop, strong winds blew even though the sky was calm, and suddenly, one elder stopped us. He pointed at a huge mango tree at the corner of the shamba.
When the ground was dug, out came old gourds wrapped with animal skin and tied with ropes. Inside were strange objects covered in dark ashes. The elder explained that someone had placed them years ago to ensure the family never found peace. That curse had been passed down, fueling hatred among us.
Right there, the charms were destroyed, burned completely, and powerful prayers of cleansing were done. Some of us cried uncontrollably, while others remained silent, but we all felt the weight lifting.
Since that day, things began to change slowly but surely. We no longer shout in meetings. The court cases have stopped. For the first time in decades, we celebrated Christmas together without a single fight. It was like a miracle.
Many families across Kenya are breaking apart. Relatives fight over land, money, or inheritance until love disappears. But sometimes the problem is not what it looks like. Hidden forces can fuel hatred.
If you see the same patterns in your family, do not ignore it. Call the Shaba Mangube Doctors today and restore peace before everything collapses.
