He stood there, eyes fixed on us, without uttering a word, and I can still feel the weight of his silent gaze to this day. The shame, the regret, and the horror of that moment haunt me every waking second of my life. It is a memory I wish I could erase, a nightmare that …
He stood there, eyes fixed on us, without uttering a word, and I can still feel the weight of his silent gaze to this day. The shame, the regret, and the horror of that moment haunt me every waking second of my life. It is a memory I wish I could erase, a nightmare that has followed me like a shadow ever since it happened.
It all began innocently—or so I thought. My husband and I had been married for seven years. We had two children, a comfortable home in Kampala, and from the outside, everything seemed perfect. But inside, our marriage was crumbling. The intimacy we once shared had become a distant memory, and slowly, we drifted apart. I started seeking comfort and validation elsewhere. And that’s how I ended up with Alex.
Alex was everything my husband had stopped being. He was attentive, passionate, and made me feel alive in ways I hadn’t felt in years. I didn’t set out to cheat—I never thought I would be the type of woman to do so—but the more I spent time with Alex, the more I found myself drawn into his world. He was my escape, my secret thrill, and before I knew it, we were seeing each other regularly. Little did I know, my husband was well aware of everything.
One night, Alex and I had planned to meet at a small hotel on the outskirts of Kampala. I remember the night clearly, the dim lighting, the soft music playing in the background, and the sense of excitement that always came with our secret encounters. We were in the room, and just as things started to heat up, something felt… off. It was as if my body was suddenly not my own. I tried to move, to stop, but I couldn’t. My muscles locked, and I was stuck in place. I could feel Alex struggling beside me, his panic rising as he realized something was horribly wrong.
That’s when the door opened, and my husband walked in.
The look in his eyes was chilling. He didn’t yell, didn’t scream, didn’t even demand an explanation. He just stood there, watching us in complete silence. Alex and I were frozen, not just in shock but literally stuck together, unable to move. I tried to speak, to beg for forgiveness, but no words came out. I was trapped, physically and mentally, completely at the mercy of my husband’s cold, silent judgment.
I later found out that he had used a Sticking Spell, a traditional curse meant to humiliate and expose cheating partners. Mugwenu Doctors had cast it for him after he grew suspicious of my affair. According to him, he didn’t want to confront me until he had undeniable proof, so he went to them for help. The spell was designed to make sure that when I was with my lover, we would literally stick together during intimacy, unable to separate until the spell was lifted. It was meant to shame me in the most humiliating way possible, and it worked.
For hours, we remained stuck, with my husband sitting across from us, silently watching. He never spoke
