This story is not from a movie. It is not from a dream. It happened here in Kenya. In broad daylight. In front of real people. And it made me believe that some powers are real.
Because I saw a man cry and shout like a drunk goat. Not because he was beaten. Not because police caught him. But because of a spell.
A real spell that works. From the Shaba Mangube Doctors.
And it all started with just Ksh 1,500 missing from my purse.
A Regular Sunday in Nairobi
It was a Sunday afternoon. Hot. Dusty. I had just come from church with my small nephew. We passed by a shop near the stage to buy milk and bread.
When I reached into my purse to pay, I noticed something.
The money was gone.
Not all of it. But the Ksh 1,500 I had placed in a small inner pocket was missing. That is the same money I had planned to use for supper shopping.
I checked again. I opened every corner of the purse. I shook it. I even asked the shopkeeper if I had dropped money near his counter.
He said no.
I Felt a Cold Sweat
I do not like blaming people fast. But I knew something was off.
That morning, only two people had touched my handbag. One was my nephew. The other was my younger cousin, Kevin. He had passed by to say hello.
He is funny. Always smiling. Always joking. But something told me to watch him.
So I went home quietly. Sat down. Tried to stay calm. But inside, I felt angry.
Not even because of the money. But because someone took it like I would never notice.
Then I Remembered Shaba Mangube
A week before that, I had read a story online. About someone who lost a dress, used a spell, and the thief came back crying.
I laughed at it. But now I was the victim.
So I searched through my old WhatsApp messages. And there it was — a number my friend Wairimu had once sent me, saying “In case someone steals from you, this is your rescue.”
The number was:
I called without delay.
A Gentle Voice Picked Up
A soft-spoken man answered. I told him my story. Word by word. I told him I was not even angry. I just wanted the truth.
He said, “Do not worry. We will handle it in peace. No fighting. No police. You will know the truth with your own eyes.”
He asked me to mention the amount stolen, when it disappeared, and who I suspected.
Then he said: “We will send you words to whisper. Say them at sunset. Facing west. Then do not speak to anyone until bedtime.”
I agreed.
That Evening I Spoke the Words
Around 6:40 PM, I went to the back of the compound. Faced west. Held my purse in both hands. And whispered the words they sent me.
Short words. Simple. But they gave me chills.
Then I entered the house. I did not speak. I did not even respond when someone said “goodnight.”
I just waited.
The Next Morning Was Not Normal
At 8 AM, as I was hanging clothes outside, I heard shouting near the gate.
A voice saying, “I am the one. I am the one. Please forgive me.”
I dropped the basin.
Ran outside.
And found my cousin Kevin.
Kneeling. Crying. Hands in the air.
The Confession
He said, “It was me. I took it. I did not even mean to. I just wanted to buy a jacket in Gikomba.”
I was quiet.
My neighbor came out. Another one joined. Soon, five of us were standing around Kevin as he knelt and shook like a leaf.
He pulled out a small envelope from his pocket. Opened it. And counted Ksh 1,500.
He placed it on the ground near my feet.
Then he lay flat and said, “I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. Something is pressing my chest. Forgive me.”
No Beating No Police
I just stared at him. I did not touch him. I did not insult him.
I picked the envelope and walked back into the house.
I cried. Not out of pain. But because I knew something spiritual had happened.
No security guard. No handcuffs. No threats. Just the truth coming out.
I Called Shaba Mangube to Say Thank You
After one hour, I gathered myself. Then I called the same number.
I told them, “It worked. He came back. He returned the money. He cried in front of people.”
They said, “We are glad. We do not harm. We only reveal the truth. Your purse is clean now.”
What I Learnt That Day
- You do not always need to fight or argue
- Some things are bigger than police or CCTV
- The world has powers we do not understand
I kept staring at that envelope. The same money I thought I would never see again.
Who Are Shaba Mangube Doctors
I later learnt they are a team of elders and healers based in western Kenya. They use traditional ways to trace stolen items and reveal thieves.
But they do not beat or curse. They only make the thief unable to sleep, eat, or rest until they return what they took.
They help in many situations like:
- Stolen phones and laptops
- Missing handbags or wallets
- Household theft by workers
- Business losses from silent theft
- Stolen livestock or even harvest
- Cheating partners who take money and lie
All you need is to call and speak the truth. Then follow the simple steps.
They said they help everyone. Rich or poor. Town or village.
Kevin Later Said Something
Two days after he returned the money, Kevin came to visit. Calm. Sober.
He said, “What hit me was not normal. It started with chest pain. Then dreams of you crying. Then sweat at night. Then I saw you in a vision pointing at me.”
I nodded.
He said, “That is why I confessed. I would have died.”
I told him it is okay. As long as he never does it again.
If You Are Reading This
You might be thinking, can this happen to me?
Yes. Anyone in Kenya can relate. Whether you stay in Nairobi, Kisumu, Eldoret, or even a small village like Kendu Bay.
Theft happens.
But if you feel helpless, just call:
Say your story. Then do your part. Watch what happens next.
No Need to Fear
The spell will not hurt anyone. It will not backfire. It is made to bring peace.
And it brings truth in a way you cannot explain.
Kevin is now clean. He even helps people return things. He told me, “I will never steal again. I felt a power stronger than hunger.”
True Stories Are the Best Proof
This story is mine. But I have since heard others.
A woman who recovered her stolen goat.
A young man who got back his stolen wedding ring.
A shopkeeper whose lost stock returned through confessions.
They all say the same thing. Shaba Mangube works.
What to Do Next
If you have lost something — even long ago — do not give up.
Call the number. Whisper the words. Watch and wait.
Because I saw with my own eyes. Kevin shouting I am the one I am the one.
For just Ksh 1,500.
