I had no idea that day would end with me crying tears of joy on the pavement outside a busy hotel. But it happened. I got my stolen phone back. And not just that. The thief brought it himself. Crying. Shaking. In front of strangers.
How did it happen? I whispered a spell. That’s all. I whispered it just once. I got it from someone who works with the Shaba Mangube Doctors. They told me what to say. I said it.
And within hours, my life changed.
Let me take you back to how it all started.
The Day My Phone Was Taken
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. I had just stepped out of the bank. I checked my phone to confirm my balance. Then I slipped it back into my handbag.
I walked about fifty steps, stopped at a juice kiosk, and ordered a mango smoothie.
That is when it happened.
A boy, maybe 19 or 20 years old, passed me quickly on the left. I did not even feel him touch my bag. But two minutes later when I reached for my phone to make a call — it was gone.
I froze. My heart dropped.
Not just because of the phone itself, but because of what was inside it. Photos. Messages. My bank apps. My business clients. Everything.
I Tried Looking Around
I looked around, hoping I had maybe dropped it. I asked the juice lady if she saw anyone suspicious. She shook her head.
I felt like screaming. But instead, I just sat down on the pavement. I could not believe it.
The phone was less than six months old. My cousin had bought it for me as a gift. It cost him a lot.
I Went Home Feeling Useless
I boarded a matatu in silence. I just stared outside the window as town passed by. I felt like I had lost part of myself.
When I got home, I cried a little. Then I switched to fight mode.
I told myself, “No. This one I will not let go.”
That evening, I remembered something.
I Called Shaba Mangube Doctors
A friend of mine named Diana had once told me about some traditional doctors who help with stolen items. She said they don’t hurt the thief. They just bring back what was taken.
And sometimes the thief comes with their own legs. Crying. Begging. Shaking.
I was desperate. I looked through my messages and found the number she had forwarded to me.
That is the number of the Shaba Mangube Doctors.
I saved it quickly. Then I called.
I Was Given Clear Instructions
A calm voice picked up. I explained what had happened. The man listened. Then he asked me:
- Where exactly the phone was stolen
- The colour of the phone
- If I suspected anyone
I gave the answers truthfully. He paused for a second, then said, “We will prepare the words. You will say them tonight. Just once. Then sleep. Do not panic.”
He sent me the spell. Simple words. In Kiswahili. Nothing complicated.
He said, “Whisper it while sitting quietly. Put your hand on your heart. Then sleep.”
I Did Exactly That
That night, I turned off the lights. Sat quietly in bed. I placed my hand on my heart. I closed my eyes. And I whispered the spell.
Just once.
I did not know what to expect. But something in me felt calm. Like I had handed the case over to a higher court.
Then I slept.
What Happened the Next Morning
The next day, I woke up and prepared to go to town as usual.
I was walking past a popular hotel on Moi Avenue when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around. It was a young man. He looked familiar. But his face was swollen like he had not slept. His eyes were red.
He knelt down. In public.
And he started crying.
The Thief Returned the Phone
“Please forgive me,” he said. “I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. I cannot rest. Please take it back. I am sorry.”
He reached into his jacket and removed my phone. The same one I had lost. Same wallpaper. Same cover.
I stood there frozen. People around us started watching. Some pulled out their phones to record.
I just stared at him.
He placed the phone on my palm. He held my feet. Then he stood up and walked away crying.
People Were Shocked
One boda boda rider nearby said, “Madam what did you do to him? He looks cursed.”
I smiled. But I didn’t say much.
Someone else said, “That one has seen power. That is not normal shame.”
But deep inside, I knew. It was the Shaba Mangube spell.
It worked.
I Called to Say Thank You
Later that afternoon, I called the same number.
I told them what had happened. The man just said, “We are glad your phone came back. That is all we do. Return what is yours.”
He warned me not to gloat. Just keep the phone safe. And move on.
Why I Believe in It
Some people will say it is luck. Others will say the boy was scared.
But you did not see his face. You did not hear his voice. You did not feel the shame that surrounded him.
Something deep and spiritual touched him. That I am sure of.
And for that, I will forever believe in the Shaba Mangube Doctors.
What They Told Me After
They also told me that they do not only return stolen phones. They can help with:
- Money stolen by friends or relatives
- Stolen land cases
- Missing goats, cows, or chickens
- Stolen motorbikes or cars
- Shop thefts
- Office frauds
They even told me they help businesses where stock keeps disappearing mysteriously.
If You Are a Victim
If you are reading this and someone has stolen from you, I want you to know there is still hope.
Whether it is a phone, your salary, your food, or even clothes — do not just cry. Do not just give up.
Call the same people who helped me.
They will not ask for your ID. They will not send you on errands. They will just guide you on what to say. Then let the spell do its work.
No Police Case Needed
In my case, I never reported to police. There was no OB number. No statement.
But I got my phone back. In perfect condition.
And I saw justice happen without sirens, without handcuffs, without bribes.
Just one whispered sentence.
What I Learnt
- Justice does not always come with noise
- You do not need to chase a thief to get back what is yours
- Some powers are bigger than our own
And sometimes all it takes is one call to the right people.
That number will remain in my phone forever. Right next to my emergency contacts.
Because it saved me.
Final Message
This story is true. It happened to me. I saw it. I lived it.
The thief who took my phone cried like a baby in public. He gave it back. And I forgave him.
But I will never forget the power behind that return. The words I whispered that night changed everything.
If someone has taken something from you — a lover, a cow, a child’s school fees — do not sleep in pain.
Call Shaba Mangube. Let them help you.
One whisper can bring your peace back.
