My name is Emmanuel Katende. I come from Mbale, a lively town in eastern Uganda known for its hills, warm people, and deep respect for education. I was raised by a single mother who sacrificed everything to take me to school. From a young age, I had only one goal—to study hard, succeed, and change my family’s life. But life has its ways of humbling us, and my journey through university was far from what I had dreamed.
When I joined Makerere University, I was full of hope and energy. I was pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Public Health. Everything started well, but by the second semester, things began to fall apart. I started getting unexpected retakes in subjects I believed I had passed. I failed “Research Methods” three times. Then it was “Biostatistics” and “Epidemiology.” Every semester, I found myself rewriting papers. My lecturers couldn’t explain it clearly—my coursework was fine, my class performance was average, and yet my marks always came out below the pass mark.
Worse still, I began feeling tired all the time. I lost interest in discussions. I’d sit in the exam room and forget everything I had read the night before. My friends began pulling away from me. Some whispered behind my back that maybe I had been cursed, or I had annoyed some spirit unknowingly. I didn’t want to believe them. But after five years in a three-year course, with over six retakes and no sign of graduating, I started to wonder if they were right.
One evening, while visiting my cousin in Kampala, he told me about Shaba Mangube Doctors. He had heard about them from a workmate who had used their help to solve family problems. At first, I hesitated. I thought to myself, “How can doctors help with education? Isn’t that just my responsibility?” But I was too tired and ashamed. I didn’t want to disappoint my mother again. So, I asked my cousin to connect me. He gave me their number: +254795613711. That night, I called.
To my surprise, the person on the other end was kind and calm. I explained everything—my endless retakes, my confusion, my lack of peace. The person told me, “You are not lazy. Your path has been blocked spiritually. We can help.” They asked for my name, date of birth, and photo. They also asked me to send a small offering for the spiritual items they needed to use. I didn’t have to travel. Everything was done while I stayed in my room in Mbale.
A few days later, they told me the work was done. I didn’t know what to expect. But that same week, something in me changed. I began feeling lighter, more focused, and more confident. For the first time in years, I could read and actually remember what I read. I re-sat for two of my pending papers that semester. When the results came back, I had passed both. I couldn’t believe it.
In the following semester, I cleared all my remaining retakes. Even my project supervisor, who used to delay giving me feedback, suddenly became cooperative. Within three months, I finalized my research, defended it, and got approved for graduation. After six long and painful years, I finally wore my graduation gown. The joy on my mother’s face that day is something I will never forget.
I am writing this because I know many students are quietly suffering. You may be hardworking, but something keeps pulling you down. You may be praying, studying hard, and doing all the right things, but nothing seems to work. That was me. But help came from a direction I didn’t expect. Shaba Mangube Doctors gave me my life back. They didn’t ask me to leave my faith. They simply used their deep understanding of ancient spiritual knowledge to remove whatever was blocking my success.
Since my graduation, things have continued to go well. I got an internship at a health center in Jinja. Later, I was offered a job as a data clerk with an NGO. My life has changed, and I owe it all to God—and to Shaba Mangube Doctors, who became the channel through which that change happened.
For anyone reading this and facing similar struggles—whether it’s in school, relationships, business, or your health—don’t suffer in silence. Sometimes the problems we face are deeper than what eyes can see. But there is a solution. If I had not made that call, I would probably still be in university, ashamed and hopeless.
You don’t have to travel. Just call or message them. Their number is +254795613711. I got the number from someone I trusted, and now I’m sharing it here because it worked for me. I have nothing to gain by lying. This is just one person’s honest testimony.
I don’t know what kind of battle you’re facing, but I know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep, to feel like you’re cursed, or like life has forgotten you. I also know how it feels to finally get a breakthrough. Please, if this touches you, take a step. Get in touch with Shaba Mangube Doctors. You might just be one call away from your breakthrough.
This is not a story I ever imagined I would tell publicly. But if it helps even one person rise up again, then it is worth every word. My name is Emmanuel Katende, and today, I am proud to say, I am a graduate—thanks to the power that changed my path.
