My name is Maurice and I live in Githurai 45. I work as a boda boda rider and I have seen all types of people in this job. But never in my life did I think that one day I would come close to death because of a simple misunderstanding. If it was not for the protection spell I had from Shaba Mangube Doctors, I believe I would be in a grave today.
It happened just last month. It was a normal Thursday and I was taking a lady from Githurai to Ngumba. On the way, she told me to stop at a small shop so she could buy airtime. I parked and waited. As she stepped inside, another man ran from the other side shouting. The woman screamed and dropped her purse.
Before I could even understand what was going on, a small crowd gathered. The man pointed at me and shouted that I was part of a gang. He said I had robbed his sister two days earlier and now I was trying to escape.
People began surrounding me. They grabbed my shirt and pushed me to the ground. I tried to speak but no one wanted to listen. The man kept shouting louder. He said I had a weapon and was hiding it under my seat. Someone kicked me. Another person slapped me. I remember blood dripping from my lip.
A tyre was brought. I saw it with my own eyes. A matchbox appeared. My body started shaking. I cried for help. The woman I was carrying shouted that I was innocent but they shut her up. My mind began to go blank. Then, something strange happened.
A man in the crowd, wearing a blue jacket, stepped forward and said, “This man is not a thief. I know him. He once helped me carry my sick child to the hospital.” He looked straight into my eyes and said, “I do not know why I believe you, but I do.”
Another one said, “Even me I have used his services many times. He is not like that.” Slowly, the mood changed. Some men helped me stand. The first accuser disappeared into the crowd.
I was taken to a small clinic for first aid. That night, as I sat on my bed still shaking, I remembered something.
A week before, I had visited Shaba Mangube Doctors. My cousin had insisted I go. He said my work was risky and I needed protection. I agreed. They gave me a personal protection spell. I wore a small charm around my neck and kept a blessed paper under my seat.
They told me it would confuse evil plans, blind those with bad intentions and awaken the spirits of justice wherever I go. At first, I did not think much of it. But that evening, I realised it had worked.
The crowd had been fully against me. But suddenly, their minds changed. It was like something had opened their eyes and made them see the truth.
Since that day, I have made it a point to renew the protection spell monthly. I feel more confident on the road. I know that even when evil tries to strike, I have a shield around me.
To any rider, driver or hustler out there who deals with strangers daily, I tell you this. Not every danger can be fought with fists or the law. Some dangers are spiritual. And you need spiritual protection too.
Do not wait until you are lying on the ground with a tyre around your neck. Visit Shaba Mangube Doctors and cover yourself.
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