When I look back at my family history, I realise that the tragedies we faced were not ordinary.
For decades a dark cloud followed us. I grew up hearing whispers that our family carried a curse, but I never paid attention until I started connecting the dots myself.
Every first born child in our lineage seemed to die before the age of three. Some were lost before birth, others in their first weeks of life, and a few after months of struggling. What frightened me most was how consistent the pattern was.
My grandmother, who is no longer alive, is remembered for her painful losses. It is said she buried fifteen of her own children.
Out of those, only a few survived and among them was my father. The stories about her grief sounded unbelievable, yet they were true. Her pain was passed down like an inheritance and it did not end with her.
My grandfather went on to have thirteen children with different wives, including my mother, and the curse seemed to follow them as well. Out of those thirteen, ten experienced the same tragic fate. Their first borns did not live past their early years.
As I grew older the reality became too clear to ignore. My own eldest brother and sister lost their first borns in heartbreaking circumstances.
By the time I noticed, it had already happened to many of my cousins in the extended family. At first I wanted to explain it through medicine or chance, but when the losses became too consistent it no longer felt like coincidence.
I began to study the pattern carefully. The more I looked the more it became obvious that we were bound by something deeper, a network that had been planted as far back as the early 1920s.
I was the third born in a family of nine. By the time I was ready to start my own family, fear gripped me. I asked myself if I would also bury my first born like those before me.
That fear almost consumed my joy of expecting a child. I could not stop thinking of the many graves in my lineage and the tears shed by women who should have been celebrating motherhood. My relatives admitted the same thing. They all saw the pattern but felt powerless to change it.
In June 2021 everything changed. I decided to seek spiritual answers. A relative who had been quietly helped before me shared the contact of Shaba Mangube Doctors and assured me they had the gift to break generational curses.
I reached out to them via +254 795 613711 with trembling hands and a heavy heart. I explained everything, from the stories of my grandmother to the experiences of my siblings.
They listened carefully and confirmed that what we were dealing with was witchcraft planted decades ago. It was a network that claimed first born children as sacrifices, and unless reversed, it would continue to demand more lives.
Through their witchcraft reversal spell, Shaba Mangube Doctors assured me that the chain would be broken. They guided me in a process that was both spiritual and healing.
I followed every step faithfully because I knew my child’s life depended on it. What followed felt like a miracle. My pregnancy was carried to full term without the complications that had troubled my siblings.
When my baby arrived healthy and strong I wept tears of joy. It was the first living testimony that the curse could be broken.
The story did not end with me. In the months that followed, three of my siblings also conceived and delivered healthy first born babies. It was proof that the reversal had touched the entire family.
The joy that filled our homes was beyond words. For the first time in generations we could hold our first borns in our arms and watch them grow past the dreaded age of three. As I speak now, I am carrying my second child with confidence and without fear.
Looking back, I see how important it is to recognise patterns in our families. Some struggles are not natural. They are chains forged long before our time, waiting for someone to rise and break them.
I thank God for leading me to Shaba Mangube Doctors in June 2021. Without them I would have been another grieving parent, another statistic in a long line of sorrow. Instead, I am now a proud parent watching my child grow and preparing to welcome another.
My message is simple. If you have noticed repeated tragedies in your family, do not ignore them. Generational curses are real, but they can be broken. My life is the proof.
