I Was Falsely Imprisoned by My Father-in-Law, but a Revenge Spell Turned Him into a Grass-Eating Man
They say blood is thicker than water, but what happens when the same blood you married into turns against you? My name is Beverlyne Muthoni, and I come from Nyeri County, Kenya. What happened to me still feels like a nightmare, one that changed my life in ways I never thought possible. I never imagined that my own father-in-law could falsely accuse me of a crime and send me to prison. But when traditional justice seemed out of reach, I turned to Mugwenu Doctors for help, and what followed was something straight out of a strange movie. The man who had wronged me ended up eating grass like an animal until the same family that threw me behind bars begged for my release.
I met my husband, Peter, in Nyeri town several years ago, and our love story started off like any other—full of promise, excitement, and dreams. His family seemed warm and welcoming at first, especially his father, Mr. Mwangi. But as time went on, things took a dark turn. It began with small incidents—snide remarks from my father-in-law, side glances, and subtle insinuations that I wasn’t good enough for his son. I tried to ignore it, assuming it was just part of being married into a traditional family.
Little did I know that Mr. Mwangi harbored deep-seated resentment toward me. He was upset because Peter, his favorite son, had refused to marry the woman the family had picked out for him, and I was seen as the obstacle standing in their way. He never outright said it, but his actions spoke volumes.
One fateful day, I received a call from Peter while at work. His voice was filled with panic. “Beverlyne, come home now! Dad says you stole money from him, and the police are on their way.” I couldn’t believe it. I rushed home only to find the police waiting for me at the gate. Mr. Mwangi had accused me of stealing a large sum of money from the family’s savings, an accusation that had no basis in reality. Peter was in shock, my mother-in-law was silent, and my father-in-law stood there with a satisfied smirk.
Despite my innocence, Mr. Mwangi’s influence in the community ensured that I was taken away in handcuffs. My pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears, and Peter’s efforts to defend me went nowhere. Mr. Mwangi’s connections were deep, and within days, I was sentenced to prison. My world crumbled. I couldn’t believe that a man I had once respected and called “Dad” would go to such lengths to destroy my life.
Prison was a harsh place, not just physically but emotionally. Being locked away for something I hadn’t done filled me with anger and resentment. I spent my days wondering how things had gone so wrong and how I could get out of that nightmare. Peter visited me as often as he could, but I could see the toll it was taking on him. He was caught between his loyalty to me and his father’s strong grip on the family.
In my darkest moments, I felt utterly helpless. I kept asking myself, “Why me? What did I do to deserve this?” It wasn’t until another inmate whispered to me about a renowned traditional healer named Mugwenu Doctors that I felt a flicker of hope. “They are not like the others,” she told me. “Their spells work. If someone has wronged you, they’ll set things right.”
I decided to take a chance. With Peter’s help, we got in touch with Mugwenu Doctors. At that point, I didn’t care about how things would be fixed—I just needed justice. When we met the traditional healer, he listened to my story intently, and I could see in his eyes that he believed me. “You were wronged,” he said. “And this wrong will be corrected.”
He recommended a powerful revenge spell. It wasn’t about causing harm for the sake of it; it was about restoring balance. “Your father-in-law will face the consequences of his actions,” Mugwenu assured me. The ritual was performed, and I left Mugwenu Doctors’ place with a sense of calm that I hadn’t felt in months.
A few days later, I got the most shocking news of my life. My father-in-law, the same man who had falsely accused me and thrown me into prison, was now crawling on all fours, eating grass like an animal. At first, I didn’t believe it—how could a respected elder in the community be reduced to such a state? But the reports kept coming in. Neighbors would call Peter and tell him that they had seen his father behaving like a cow, grazing in the compound.
The family was in an uproar. My mother-in-law was beside herself with confusion, and the same people who had supported Mr. Mwangi’s lies were now whispering that he had been cursed. The sight of my once-proud father-in-law reduced to eating grass became the talk of the town. The same community that had condemned me was now questioning what could have led to such a bizarre turn of events.
It didn’t take long for the family to piece things together. They realized that Mr. Mwangi’s downfall was connected to the injustice he had done to me. My mother-in-law, who had remained silent throughout my ordeal, was now begging Peter to do something to save her husband. Eventually, the family decided to visit Mugwenu Doctors themselves, seeking forgiveness and a way to reverse the curse.
As a condition for his redemption, Mugwenu Doctors demanded that I be released from prison and that the family publicly acknowledge the false accusations against me. With no other options, the family complied. I was freed from prison, and Mr. Mwangi’s strange behavior gradually subsided. The man who had once wielded power and influence over my life was now a broken figure, humbled by the very forces he had once mocked.
To this day, I still grapple with the emotional scars of my imprisonment. While Mr. Mwangi has since apologized, and we have tried to rebuild our relationship for the sake of the family, I will never forget the betrayal I endured. It took a revenge spell from Mugwenu Doctors to correct the wrong that was done to me, and I am forever grateful to them for giving me my life back.
Some might say I was wrong to use such a powerful force to seek justice, but when the legal system fails, and your life is torn apart by lies, what other option is there? For me, it was about survival, and if it weren’t for Mugwenu Doctors, I might still be rotting in prison today.
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