The first time, I wondered where he was because he was not on the bed. I started wondering where he used to go. When he left, I also woke up and pulled the curtain abruptly. I found him kissing my sister.
When I met him, he was addicted to porn. Even whenever he wanted us to get intimate, he had to use those videos. If the video ended, he would stop whatever we were doing to search for another video. If the phone fell over, he would have to go and set it well so that we could continue.
It was as if he was just using me. Instead of pleasuring himself while watching those videos, he opted to use me. My name is Anne Osotsi. I am a Luhya and a mother of two. I was once in a marriage but the issues became too many. I was born in Nairobi and I live in Tasia. I moved from Soweto and now I work as a hairdresser.
We met after I dropped out of school. We knew each other because we were family friends and later met again in church during an overnight service. At first, I mistook him for his brother. After reuniting, I gave him my number. He later connected me to a job at Industrial Area refilling water bottles. I worked there for two weeks before being let go, then he helped me get the job again. He even gave me a phone, and while going through it, I came across pornographic videos. I did not take it seriously because I thought it was normal for men to watch such things.
One evening after work, I went to his house and we got intimate. Later, I had to travel to Mombasa to my sister’s place. After a few months there, I noticed I was pregnant. When I told him, he denied responsibility, claiming I got pregnant in Mombasa. I stayed quiet and kept it from my sister. Eventually, I returned to Nairobi, told him again, and he still denied it, asking me to tell my mum I met someone by the road who made me pregnant.
I refused but had no pressure. I prepared for my baby alone, buying clothes for as little as ten shillings. When I delivered in 2015, he sent his sister to see the baby. She confirmed the baby resembled their family. He then started naming the child and taking some responsibility.
He worked with a Safari company and could be gone for days. Whenever he returned, he would ask me to take the baby to him and we would end up being intimate. I would also do his laundry and clean his house, almost as if we were married, though I lived at my parents’ home. Eventually, he was summoned by my mum, and in front of his friend, was asked if he would marry me. At first, he said he was not ready, but later called to say both families had agreed. I moved into his home and became his wife. Within two months, he started cheating.
We later moved to his father’s vacant iron sheet house. I got pregnant again while my first child was only a year old. He continued cheating and disrespecting me. My younger sister Helen, who was in class 8, would visit often. He offered to see her out even though the distance to my parents’ home was short. Sometimes he gave me money to give her, saying she needed it for school.
One night, I woke up to breastfeed the baby and noticed he was missing from bed. I assumed he had gone to the outside washroom. The second and third times it happened, I realised the main door was not opening. When he left again, I pulled the curtain and found him kissing my sister, who was asleep.
No one went back to sleep. I called my brother to tell him what happened. In the morning, my sister ran away. He claimed he had placed a bet, won, and was just overjoyed, which made no sense. Later, I learned he asked her for bathroom videos. Soon after, she became pregnant but denied he was responsible.
By this time, his porn addiction was controlling everything. He began pleasuring himself openly beside me in bed. I sometimes had to move the baby to another bed to shield them from seeing. He never cleaned himself, using his shorts instead. He could not be intimate without videos, stopping in the middle to find new ones or adjust the phone. It was humiliating, and I felt more like a tool than a wife.
After four years of enduring this and other betrayals, I had given up hope of change. Then a close female friend, seeing how unhappy I was, told me about Shaba Mangube Doctors. She said they had healed her uncle from diabetes and also had powerful health spells for intimacy problems. She gave me their number.
When I contacted Shaba Mangube Doctors via the customer number +254795613711 , they explained that his dependence on porn and inability to perform without it were caused by spiritual and physical blockages. They prepared a powerful health spell for him. It involved cleansing to remove negative energies, herbal remedies to boost stamina, and spiritual energy work to restore his desire and focus fully on me.
The results amazed me. He no longer needs videos; he is fully present with me, and now he can last three hours standing. I feel wanted, confident, and alive again. I am deeply grateful to Shaba Mangube Doctors for giving me back my husband’s passion and saving my womanhood.
