My name is Grace, and I come from Kasese in Western Uganda. My story is painful, but it also has a beautiful ending that I want to share because many people silently go through the same situation. Years ago, when I was still a young woman, a neighbor brought me a small girl who had been abandoned by her mother. The child was only two years old, confused, hungry, and crying uncontrollably. I remember holding her tiny hand and feeling an instant connection. I named her Esther and decided I would raise her as my own, even though I had very little. I was selling vegetables in Kasese town at that time, and sometimes what I earned was not even enough for food, but I made sure she was fed, clean, and loved.
As the years passed, I sacrificed everything to ensure she had a good life. I paid her school fees from the little I earned, walked long distances to save money, and sometimes slept hungry so she could eat a decent meal. Many people wondered why I was working so hard for a child who was not mine, but to me, she was my daughter. I raised her with discipline, respect, and hope for a better future. I believed that one day she would grow up and appreciate everything I had done for her. When she finally got a chance to study at university, I felt like all my sacrifices were finally beginning to bear fruit.
After her graduation, she moved to Kampala and got a good job. At first, she was loving and caring. She visited me, brought me food and clothes, and even promised to build me a home. I was proud of her and spoke about her with joy to everyone. But things changed slowly. She made new friends, got a new lifestyle, and began treating me differently. She ignored my calls, gave excuses not to visit, and sometimes talked to me as if I was a burden. The worst moment came when I went to her home unexpectedly. Instead of welcoming me, she chased me away and told me not to embarrass her in front of her friends. The words she said that day broke my heart completely. I returned to Kasese with tears flowing down my face.
For months, I lived with deep pain. It felt like all my years of sacrifice meant nothing. I could not understand how a child I raised with love could turn against me so cruelly. One day, while selling vegetables in the market, a woman approached me and told me she had experienced something similar. She said she regained peace through Shaba Mangube traditional healers. She spoke with confidence and even showed me messages of how her own family was restored after using a reconciliation spell. I was desperate and emotionally exhausted, so I listened to her carefully.
She gave me the contact of Shaba Mangube traditional healers and told me they could cast a forgiveness spell and reconciliation spell even without meeting physically. I decided to try because I had nothing left to lose and everything to hope for. I reached them through the number she gave me. I explained the whole story from the day I took Esther in to the moment she kicked me out of her house. They listened patiently and assured me that things could be corrected. They cast a reconciliation spell and told me to remain calm and avoid anger.
After a short time, changes began happening. Esther started calling me more often. At first, I ignored her because I was still hurt, but she kept trying. One evening, she traveled all the way from Kampala and came directly to my house. She entered crying, knelt before me, and begged for forgiveness. She told me she had been influenced by friends and that she could not sleep because she kept thinking about how unfairly she had treated me. She apologized deeply and asked me to come live with her so she could take care of me.
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Today, we have rebuilt our relationship. She treats me with respect, love, and gratitude. She even started planning to build me a proper home in Kasese. If you are reading this and experiencing rejection, betrayal, or emotional pain from someone you helped, know that healing is possible. I am sharing this because I want others to find the same peace I found. Shaba Mangube traditional healers helped bring my daughter back into my life, and for that, I will always be grateful.
