My name is Veronica. I am 38 years old and I live in Eldoret. I have been married to my husband Peter for 11 years now. If you looked at us from the outside, you would think we have a normal happy life. But deep down, only a few people know the painful journey we have walked to finally hold a baby in our arms.
From the second year of our marriage, we started trying to get children. I conceived quickly the first time but lost the pregnancy at two months. We were told it happens sometimes. I accepted and tried to stay strong.
But it kept happening. The second pregnancy ended at 4 months. The third one ended at 5 months. I started feeling like something was not right. Every time, the doctors would say different things. One said it was hormone levels. Another said it could be stress. Others claimed there was nothing medically wrong.
My husband’s family started changing. At one point, his cousin even accused me of witchcraft. I cried for days. My own relatives began whispering that maybe I had done something in my youth. I went silent. I started sleeping less. I stayed off social media. I avoided friends who were posting baby shower photos.
My marriage was also affected. My husband loved me but he became more distant. We stopped talking freely. I was starting to accept that maybe I would never become a mother. That thought broke me.
One afternoon in early 2024, a woman approached me in church. She was from our women’s fellowship. She said she had read a post I made three years ago about my struggles and wanted to share something with me privately.
She told me her daughter had struggled to conceive for eight years. Nothing worked. They tried hospitals, prayer centres, and even IVF. Then she quietly got help from Shaba Mangube Doctors, who gave her a fertility spell that included cleansing and traditional herbs. She said her daughter now has twins.
I felt unsure at first. But I also knew I had tried everything else. I sent them a message. I was honest. I told them about all the five losses I had experienced. I said I was scared to try again but deep inside I was still hoping for a miracle.
They listened kindly. They did not judge me. They told me something was spiritually blocking my womb. It could be envy, it could be generational, it could even be caused by something I unknowingly ate or stepped on.
They asked me to do a seven-day cleansing using boiled tree bark and milk. I was to bathe with it before sunrise. They also gave me words to speak into my body, commanding my womb to hold life. I did not understand it fully, but I did everything they told me.
One month later, I conceived again. This time I told nobody, not even my mother. I kept praying. I kept repeating the words they gave me. I kept taking the herbal support they prepared for me.
I passed month two. Then month three. Then month five. I could not believe it. For the first time, I felt movement inside me. At seven months, I cried every day. In March this year, I gave birth to a baby girl. Healthy, full term, and strong.
I have never been this happy. My husband held her and cried. His family came to visit with gifts. Everyone forgot the hurtful things they once said.
I know this baby is here because Shaba Mangube Doctors opened a door that had been shut for years. Their fertility spell gave me what hospitals and scans could not.
If you are trying and nothing is working, please do not lose hope. Miracles still happen. I am now living with mine.
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