I remember how my immediate family members used to mock me and my children
We could not afford supper or even tea. I was depressed and did not know the direction to take. At some point, I had planned to kill myself. That is not something I say lightly. It was real.
My children would come home from school hungry and tired. I would lie to them. I would say I had just eaten and was not hungry so that they could eat the little food we had. But many times there was nothing to eat at all. Not even salt. Not even sugar.
And when I reached out to my relatives, the ones I thought would stand by me, they mocked me. They said I had failed. They said I was lazy. Some told me to go look for a rich man. Others said I should give up the children because I could not provide for them.
Those words cut deep.
I cried most nights. I felt like a burden in this world. Like I was born only to suffer.
Everything I tried kept failing
Before I ever heard of a money spell, I had tried everything I could think of. I had sold secondhand clothes at the market. I tried cooking porridge in the morning and walking around selling it in plastic cups. I even worked as a cleaner at a construction site once.
But no matter what I tried, the money would either not come at all or disappear the same day. I would make just enough to buy sugar and a few tomatoes. Then we were back to hunger the next day.
Even when I got a little help from people, it would vanish. I once got a small loan from a neighbor and tried to start a charcoal business. It rained every day for two weeks straight and everything got soaked. I made no sales.
That was the moment I gave up. I remember sitting under a tree behind our house, watching my feet and wondering what would happen if I just disappeared. Would my kids miss me or would they be better off with someone else?
That was the lowest point of my life.
How I came across the idea of a money spell
One afternoon, I went to visit a woman I used to know from church. She had moved to another part of town and I had not seen her in years. When I walked into her small shop, I was shocked. She was glowing. Her face looked rested. Her clothes looked new. Her children were well dressed and laughing.
I could not stop staring. I even asked her how she had made it. Her story shocked me.
She told me there was a point she had nothing. She was worse off than me. She had tried everything and failed like I had. Then someone told her about a money spell.
At first I thought she was joking. I had never believed in spells. I thought they were dangerous or fake. But she explained that a spell is not some scary thing. It is more like a prayer mixed with intention. She said it is about calling money energy into your life in a focused and spiritual way.
She gave me the name of the person who helped her. I went home and thought about it for a full day before contacting them.
I had nothing to lose
When I spoke to the spiritual guide who performed the money spell, I was honest. I told them I had no job. I had no savings. My life was full of tears and pain. I even told them about the night I almost took my own life.
They listened with so much kindness. No judgment. No rush. Just gentle understanding.
Then they explained how the money spell worked. I did not have to pay a lot. In fact, they said I could offer something small from my kitchen as a token. A spoon of salt. A little sugar. A coin. Anything I had.
The ritual itself was not strange. It was quiet and simple. I had to light a small candle and speak a few words at night for seven days. I had to place a small note under my pillow. That note had words I wrote myself, speaking the kind of life I wanted.
I wrote that I wanted peace. I wrote that I wanted to feed my children without begging. I wrote that I wanted just enough to breathe.
I did not expect miracles. I just wanted a chance to survive.
On the third day, something strange happened
I remember waking up and feeling different. I cannot explain it fully. It was like my heart was lighter. The fear was still there, but it was not choking me anymore.
Later that morning, I went to the nearby kiosk just to buy a matchbox. On my way back, I found a small wallet by the roadside. It had no ID inside. Only some cash and a note that said if found, use wisely.
It was not a huge amount. But enough to buy rice, beans, flour, and soap. Enough for us to have three proper meals that day.
I cried when I got home. Not because of the money. But because I felt seen.
The following week changed my life completely
Just two days after the wallet incident, a woman in my neighborhood came to my door. She said she was looking for someone to help her mother who had become bedridden. She had heard I was once a caretaker years ago. I had forgotten I ever mentioned that.
She offered me a small weekly payment to sit with her mother, feed her, and help with bathing. I accepted right away.
That job led to another. The first woman told her friend about me and soon I had two clients. Then a third. In just one week, I had earned more money than I had in the last four months combined.
I bought school shoes for my children. I paid off the small debt at the shop. I bought a sack of maize flour and stocked the kitchen for the first time in over a year.
We had tea. We had supper. And for the first time, I saw my children smiling without worry in their eyes.
It was not just money that changed
What truly shifted was my energy. I walked differently. I looked people in the eye again. I was not begging or hiding anymore. I felt open. I felt like the world was not closing in on me anymore.
I even started dreaming again. I found myself thinking of ways to save and invest. I opened a small savings box and put coins inside every day. It felt good to hope again.
Even my family noticed. One of my cousins called me and asked how I had managed to turn things around. I did not lie. I told her about the spell. She laughed at first, but a week later, she called again and asked for the same contact I used.
She is now running a small food stall and says she no longer cries herself to sleep.
What I learned about asking for spiritual help
Sometimes we carry shame because we think we must suffer alone. We think asking for spiritual help means we are weak or foolish. But I have learned that we are not meant to carry every burden by ourselves.
A money spell is not magic in the movies. It is not dark or strange. It is a focused prayer. It is a decision to believe that we are worthy of more than struggle.
I am not rich yet. But I am no longer broke. I am no longer hopeless. I am no longer in darkness.
My children laugh more now. We cook together. We pray together. We have dreams again.
And it all started with one simple step. Reaching out for help and trying a money spell.
If you are reading this and feel like giving up
Please hold on. I know the pain. I know the hunger. I know the shame of asking and being mocked. I know the silence of hopeless nights.
But I also know that things can change. Even if it feels impossible right now.
If you have tried everything and nothing works, maybe it is time to try something different. Not because you are weak, but because you are still here. And being here means your story is not over.
That one spell gave me back my life.
And if it gave me light, it can give you light too.
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