How a Revenge Spell Left a Corrupt Judge Stuck in His Chair and Saved Me from Prison

People always say justice is blind, but what do you do when the very system that is supposed to protect you becomes corrupt? My name is Juma Mohamed, and I was nearly destroyed by a rogue judge who was determined to send me to prison for a crime I didn’t commit. The experience was terrifying—knowing that my freedom and life were in the hands of someone willing to bend the law for their own gain. But I refused to let the system crush me. I took a bold step, a step most people would call unconventional, and I turned to a revenge spell that made that judge suffer in a way I never thought possible.

It all started two years ago when I found myself tangled in a messy land dispute. I had bought a piece of land in Garissa, my hometown, after years of working hard to save up. I was proud of what I had achieved, but that happiness didn’t last long. Soon after I started developing the land, a local tycoon who had ties with powerful people in the government claimed that the land was his. He accused me of trespassing and said that I had forged the title deed. What was a small misunderstanding soon escalated into a full-blown court case, and I was dragged into a legal nightmare.

When the case was brought before the court, I was hopeful that justice would prevail. I had all my documents in order and had done everything by the book. But from the moment the case began, it was clear that something was wrong. The judge assigned to my case, a man by the name of Judge Kamau, seemed unusually hostile towards me. His tone was condescending, and he dismissed all my evidence without giving it a proper look. It was as if he had already made up his mind before the trial even began.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that Judge Kamau had been bribed by the tycoon who wanted my land. I heard whispers in the court corridors that the judge had been promised a significant sum of money to ensure I was convicted and sent to prison. The realization hit me hard—I was fighting a losing battle in a system that was rigged against me. No matter how strong my case was, Judge Kamau was determined to send me away.

With every passing day, my situation worsened. I was running out of money to pay my lawyer, and my family was growing more anxious. The stress of possibly going to prison for something I didn’t do was eating me alive. I couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t eat. I felt like a man trapped in a nightmare with no way out.

One evening, after a particularly frustrating day in court, I sat down with my cousin, Ahmed, to discuss my options. He was sympathetic to my plight, but like me, he felt powerless in the face of the corruption that surrounded us. It was then that Ahmed brought up something I hadn’t considered.

“There are other ways to fight back,” he said, leaning in closer. “You’ve heard of people using spells to get justice, haven’t you?”

At first, I was skeptical. Spells? Magic? It sounded far-fetched. But Ahmed persisted. He told me about a man he knew who had used a revenge spell to get back at someone who had wronged him. It was a last resort, but it had worked. In my desperation, I decided to give it a try.

Through Ahmed’s connections, I was able to meet someone who had the ability to help me. The man listened to my story patiently and didn’t judge me for the unconventional path I was about to take. He told me that a revenge spell was not to be used lightly—it was powerful and could have serious consequences. But I was at my breaking point. I had been wronged, and the person responsible for my suffering needed to face the consequences of his actions.

The spell was cast, and I was instructed to return to court as usual. I didn’t know what to expect, but something in me had shifted. I felt calmer, more in control, and confident that justice would finally be served—though not in the way I had initially imagined.

The next day in court started like any other, with Judge Kamau entering the courtroom, ready to deliver his latest ruling. As he sat down in his chair, I noticed a strange look cross his face. He shuffled in his seat, as if trying to adjust his position, but something seemed off. He shifted again, this time with more urgency, but he didn’t get up. The judge’s expression changed from one of authority to confusion, and then panic.

The entire courtroom watched in silence as Judge Kamau tried to stand up, but it became clear that he couldn’t. His face turned red, and he began to sweat profusely. He tugged at the sides of his chair, but no matter how hard he tried, he remained stuck.

“What’s happening?” someone whispered in the back of the courtroom.

At first, people thought it was a health issue, but as the minutes ticked by, it became obvious that something beyond the ordinary was taking place. The once arrogant and dismissive judge was now a helpless figure, glued to his seat, unable to move. Panic swept through the courtroom, and the judge’s aides rushed to his side, but their efforts were in vain. Judge Kamau was literally stuck to his chair.

With the judge incapacitated, the court session was adjourned, and I left feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. It was as if the universe had finally given me a sign that my suffering would soon come to an end. Over the next few days, rumors spread like wildfire about what had happened in the courtroom. Some people speculated that it was karma, while others whispered that the judge had been cursed.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the case against me began to unravel. The tycoon who had bribed the judge was forced to back off when it became clear that something was terribly wrong. The judge, now the subject of public ridicule, was unable to continue overseeing my case. Another judge was brought in, and after a thorough review of the evidence, I was acquitted of all charges.

The revenge spell had worked in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Not only was I free from the threat of prison, but Judge Kamau’s reputation was destroyed. He never returned to the bench after that day, and word on the street was that he had been forced into early retirement. The tycoon who had tried to take my land backed off completely, and I was able to resume my life without fear of losing everything.

Looking back, I have no regrets about seeking out the spell. Sometimes, when the system is stacked against you, you have to take matters into your own hands. Judge Kamau thought he could ruin my life, but in the end, it was he who paid the ultimate price.

Justice, as they say, has many forms. And in my case, it came in the form of a chair that wouldn’t let go.