Best traditional doctor in Nairobi, Mombasa, Kisumu and what you didn’t know

If you’ve ever walked the road of seeking traditional healing, then you’ll understand when I say it’s not easy to find someone genuine. I’ve been there. More than once.

And believe me, I’ve seen it all. From flashy posters glued on every electric pole in town, to promises that sound too good to be true—and usually are. It’s a world full of hope, yes, but also full of people who know how to take advantage of your desperation.

My journey started five years ago. I was struggling. Things weren’t going well at home, my business was going under, and every step I took seemed to push me five steps back.

I tried everything modern medicine had to offer. I spoke to therapists, took medication, even tried meditation. But nothing seemed to shift. That’s when a friend suggested I try a traditional healer.

At first, I laughed. I was skeptical. But then again, when you’re in pain, you’ll try anything. So I visited someone in Nairobi who had a big name and bigger promises. Paid a hefty consultation fee just to be told I was cursed by a jealous relative.

The solution? Buy herbs worth half my rent. I did it. Of course I did. But nothing changed. Instead, they asked for more money, said the spirits needed appeasing. It never ended.

That wasn’t my only experience. In Mombasa, another healer claimed they could bring back lost lovers, attract money, and protect me from evil all in one week.

They even gave me a “charmed” ring. Turned out to be cheap brass. I realized then how easy it is to be fooled when you’re vulnerable.

So after being scammed not once, not twice, but three times, I gave up on traditional healers completely. I decided to focus on myself, heal slowly and not rely on magic.

But life had other plans. In late 2023, I fell seriously ill. Doctors couldn’t figure it out. Tests came back clean but I was wasting away. I was weak, tired, and confused. That’s when someone close to me quietly mentioned Traditional Healers.

To be honest, I rolled my eyes. I thought, not again. But this person was someone I trusted. They said, “Just talk to them. You don’t have to believe anything yet. Just talk.” So I did. And that’s where everything changed.

From the first call, I could tell this was different. The person I spoke to didn’t rush me. They asked questions. Real ones.

They listened, not just for the sake of it, but to understand. There were no grand promises. No instant solutions. Just a process. A patient, deliberate process.

I traveled to see them. I met the doctor. There were no theatrics, no smoke and mirrors. Just a quiet, confident man who explained what he saw, what he felt, and what I could do. The herbs I was given weren’t in fancy packaging. They didn’t cost a fortune. But within two weeks, I felt stronger. By the end of the month, my appetite had returned. My sleep was peaceful. I began to feel whole again.

That’s when I knew I had found the real deal.

I’ve since recommended Traditional Healers to three people. One was struggling with a land dispute, another with a business that couldn’t take off, and the third with constant nightmares. Each one came back to say thank you. Each one healed in their own way.

So if you ask me who the best traditional doctor in Nairobi, Mombasa, Kisumu is, I won’t hesitate. It’s Mugwenu. Not just because they helped me, but because they do this work with dignity, with patience, and with true understanding.

I’m not saying traditional healing is for everyone. But if you’re looking, and if you’re tired of being taken for a ride, give Traditional Healers a chance. You just might find what you’ve been searching for all along.