What I saw that day still plays in my mind like a movie. I was not part of it. I didn’t steal anything. I didn’t fight anyone. I was only doing my shopping like any normal person — until I heard that scream.
And to my shock, it was my own cousin. Crying. Shouting. Begging for forgiveness. On the cold supermarket floor. All because of a Ksh 300 bra she had stolen.
Let me tell you exactly what I witnessed.
A Normal Morning
It was just a normal morning. I had gone to town to buy soap and cooking oil. I passed by a supermarket I like because it’s not too busy, and their clothes section has good deals.
I had only been inside for maybe 10 minutes. I was just comparing prices of detergent when I heard it.
“Uuuuuwi! Aki naumia! Forgive me please! I’ll return it! Please forgive me!”
People rushed toward the clothes section. Some left their trolleys. I was curious too, so I followed them.
I Saw My Own Cousin
When I reached, I could not believe what I was seeing. On the ground, rolling, crying, sweating like she was in a fire — was my own cousin. Her name is Mercy.
She was screaming, scratching her arms, and crying like she was being beaten by invisible people.
Next to her on the floor was a pink bra.
A very simple, small bra. One of those you’d buy for 300 bob or less during a supermarket sale.
She kept shouting, “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Please remove this pain! Aki forgive me!”
The Owner Was Calm
The supermarket staff tried to calm her, but she was too wild. The owner of the supermarket stood nearby, calm and quiet. A middle-aged woman. Very neat. Not shaken at all.
I was shocked. I moved closer to understand what was going on.
“Is she mad?” I asked the man next to me.
“No. She stole that bra,” he said. “The owner uses Shaba Mangube spells.”
Shaba Mangube Theft Spells Are Real
That’s when I learned about the Shaba Mangube Doctors.
People around me started whispering stories. This supermarket had been using a special theft spell from Shaba Mangube. Anyone who tried to steal — no matter how small — would be caught, not by security, but by the spell.
Some said this was the fourth person this month to scream like this after trying to shoplift.
One lady added, “This one even brought back the bra she stole yesterday. Came to exchange it. That’s when the spell hit her.”
So this wasn’t even the first time Mercy had stolen here. She had actually stolen the bra the day before, hidden it at home, then returned the next day to try steal another one — probably to avoid suspicion.
But the spell caught her.
And what I witnessed next… no human security guard could ever pull off.
Four Hours of Crying
Mercy kept crying. People offered her water. She couldn’t drink. Someone touched her shoulder, she screamed.
“She’s been like this since 9 a.m.,” one staff member said. “We just called the owner. Only she can stop it.”
It was now around 1 p.m. That meant Mercy had been crying and shaking on the floor for four full hours.
No medicine helped. No one could touch her.
She kept shouting:
“I’m sorry! I took it! Please forgive me! It was only one bra! I’m sorry! Forgive me!”
The Owner Forgives Her
Then something powerful happened. The supermarket owner stepped forward. She looked at my cousin with a face full of pity, but also calm strength.
She didn’t shout. She didn’t slap her. She just said, “You have confessed. I forgive you.”
And just like that — Mercy fell silent.
She stopped shaking. She lay flat, breathing heavily, sweating from head to toe. Her voice was gone. She just whispered, “Water.”
A worker gave her water. She drank slowly. Her body calmed down.
The pain was gone. The punishment had ended.
I Just Stood There
I watched the whole thing. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t cry. I didn’t defend her.
I just stood there thinking, “She brought this on herself.”
Mercy is not new to stealing. Even in the family, we know how she behaves. But I never imagined her day would come like this. In public. In pain. Over something as small as a bra.
People Took Videos
As she slowly sat up, I saw people recording her. Some were laughing. Others looked serious.
One mama nearby said, “This is what you get when you steal from a protected shop.”
Another added, “She should thank God it was only a bra. Imagine if it was money?”
Who Are the Shaba Mangube Doctors?
After things calmed down, I asked the shopkeeper quietly, “Who are these Shaba Mangube Doctors?”
He said, “They are traditional spiritual doctors. They don’t kill or harm. But they make sure thieves return what they took. With shame.”
He showed me their number written on the back of the counter.
If someone steals from you — a phone, money, food, clothes — you just call them.
Here is the number:
📞 +254795613711
They’ll ask for a few details — sometimes just the name of the thief and what was stolen — and the spell begins working.
Mercy Disappeared
After she was forgiven, Mercy quietly stood up and left the supermarket. She looked like someone who had survived a fire. Weak, tired, ashamed.
She didn’t even look at me. She just walked out.
I don’t know where she went. I haven’t heard from her since.
What I Learned
That day taught me something:
- You can’t escape karma.
- Even if humans don’t catch you, powers greater than us can.
- Some people protect their things spiritually — not with guns, not with police.
So if you ever think of stealing, remember Mercy. Remember that Ksh 300 bra. And remember the screaming.
And if someone ever steals from you — call the people who helped that supermarket owner.
Call Shaba Mangube Doctors:
📞 +254795613711
They don’t need to shout. Their work speaks for itself.
Final Word
I didn’t write this to embarrass Mercy. I wrote it to tell the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. The screaming, the shaking, the forgiveness.
And I want you to know that even in this world where thieves think they’re smart — there’s still justice.
Sometimes quiet.
Sometimes loud.
Sometimes supernatural.
So next time you think of stealing, ask yourself — will you walk out smiling or screaming, “Uuuuuwi! Uuuuuwi! Forgive me!”?
