I was never the type to believe in things like spells or spiritual help. I always thought love was either there or it wasn’t. But the day my wife walked out on me, I realized the world is not always that simple. My name is Kevin. I live in Nairobi. I’m a mechanic in Gikambura. …
I was never the type to believe in things like spells or spiritual help. I always thought love was either there or it wasn’t. But the day my wife walked out on me, I realized the world is not always that simple.
My name is Kevin. I live in Nairobi. I’m a mechanic in Gikambura. My wife and I were married for four years. We had our ups and downs, but I always believed we’d grow old together. I had even started paying for a plot in Juja where I planned to build our home.
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Things started changing slowly. She became distant. Less affectionate. Always busy with work, or her phone. I asked if something was wrong, and she kept saying, “I’m just tired.” That “tired” stretched into weeks, then months.
One day, I came home and found her bags packed. I thought maybe she was travelling for work. But she looked me straight in the eye and said, “I can’t do this anymore.”
I froze. I begged her to talk to me. She said it was over.
She moved back to her father’s house. I kept calling, texting—nothing. Her line would go through, but she never picked up.
Then one night, I was scrolling on TikTok and saw a video I wish I never saw. She was laughing, dancing in her dad’s sitting room. A man was recording. His voice sounded familiar.
And then I heard it.
“Aki baby ingiza yote, I am yours forever.”
It was her voice. Talking to her own father.
I dropped my phone. My chest started pounding. My stomach felt sick. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. I felt like I had been slapped by life itself.
I didn’t know what to do. I started drinking. I lost focus at work. Even customers noticed something was off. One of my close friends, Ben, pulled me aside and said, “Kevin, I know someone who can help. If you want your wife back, you need Mugwenu.”
I had heard of Traditional Healers before. I thought it was just rumours, or things desperate people did. But now, I was desperate. I had tried everything else.
So I reached out. I sent an email here and called them on this number.
They listened. Properly. I explained everything. They didn’t laugh, or dismiss me. They told me about their Love Spells—how they work by reconnecting hearts, clearing negative energy, and restoring emotional balance.
I agreed. We did the spell the same evening.
I didn’t expect much at first. But the next day around 11am, she called me. First time in months. I just stared at the phone in shock.
She asked if I could meet her at Garden City Mall. I went.
She looked tired. Her eyes were swollen like she hadn’t slept. She said she had been feeling something pulling her back to me. Like a heavy force she couldn’t shake off. She cried. She told me she made a mistake, and that her father had been filling her head with lies.
I didn’t say much. I just listened.
That evening, she came back home. No drama. No baggage. Just her.
Since then, we’ve been rebuilding. Slowly. It’s not perfect, but we’re talking again. Laughing again. She even told me to continue with the Juja plot—she wants to help finish the house.
I never thought I’d be the guy to say this—but Traditional Healers saved my marriage. If you’re in the same pain I was, do not waste time.






