In my family, there was a dark cloud that returned every two years. Almost like clockwork, we buried someone every November. At first, we thought it was a coincidence. People said maybe it was bad luck or simply fate.
But how could fate strike with such accuracy and consistency? Every two years, we prepared for death as if it were a family tradition.
The pain was unbearable. We buried brothers, cousins, and uncles. Some deaths were through strange accidents, while others were sudden illnesses that no doctor could explain. Each funeral drained us emotionally and financially. Every November became a month of fear. Whenever the calendar flipped to October, our hearts grew heavy because we knew what was coming.
I personally lost faith. I asked myself why only our family, why the same month, why the same cycle every two years. Neighbours whispered that there was something unusual about our family, but no one dared speak openly.
Then one day, after yet another funeral, my grandmother broke down. She said Enough is enough. She insisted that we seek cleansing because the pattern was not natural. She said the dead could no longer cry, but the living still had a chance to stop the curse.
When the Shaba Mangube Doctors arrived for cleansing, they listened carefully to our story. They prayed with us and then walked around our homestead. The moment they began chanting prayers a heavy wind blew and the elders stopped at one corner near the cattle shed. They asked us to dig.
What we unearthed shocked us to the core. There were bones wrapped with black strings, ashes mixed with hair, and written papers with the names of our family members. One of the elders said these were sacrifices meant to ensure that blood would flow from our family every November. The person who placed them had tied our lineage to endless funerals.
When I asked who could do such a thing, the truth came out painfully. My own uncle was behind it. He had felt overlooked in family matters and vowed that no one would ever enjoy peace or prosperity in our bloodline. The revelation broke my heart. How could someone we trusted, someone who sat with us at the dinner table, bring so much pain into our lives
The cleansing began immediately. The charms were burned to ashes. The doctors prayed and poured cleansing herbs around the entire compound. They then broke the cycle spiritually by declaring that no more blood would flow in November. For the first time in years, I felt peace settle in my heart.
That November came and went with no funeral. The following year also passed peacefully. For the first time in decades, our family celebrated Christmas with joy instead of mourning. We knew the curse had been broken.
To anyone reading this, if you notice unusual patterns in your family, please don’t ignore them. Cycles of repeated deaths, endless sickness, or constant bad luck are not always coincidences. Sometimes they are hidden forces at work.
The Shaba Mangube Doctors saved us. They deal with cleansing, healing, and exposing the unseen forces that torment families. Today, our family has peace because we took that step.
Call Shaba Mangube Doctors on +254 795 613 711 if you are experiencing unexplained family tragedies.
