I grew up hearing the same thing over and over again: “Your people don’t prosper.” Every time I tried to dream big, someone was quick to remind me, “Just be grateful for what little you have.”
It started with my own father. He’d look at our tiny home and say, “No man from this family has ever owned a car. We were not born for riches.” Even in school, I was bright, but when I spoke of wanting to become wealthy, teachers laughed and told me to be realistic. “People like you can’t have that life,” they said.
And sadly, for the longest time, I believed them.
I worked hard. I tried everything, odd jobs, starting a small boda business, even tried online hustle ideas. But no matter what I did, something would go wrong. Just when I’d start to save, a sickness would hit. Or my motorbike would crash. Or a relative would die and drain all my money. It felt like I was cursed.
The worst moment was when my childhood friend, someone I used to tutor in school, bought a Toyota Harrier and opened a car bond in town. I congratulated him, but my heart was heavy. Why him? Why not me?
That night, I cried. Not out of jealousy, but out of pain. I knew I had potential, but something invisible was pulling me back.
That’s when I came across Kiwanga Doctors. A man had posted online how he’d broken a generational curse that blocked his finances. His story felt like mine. I didn’t even hesitate. I called the next morning.
The Kiwanga Doctor I spoke to was calm and patient. After listening, he said something that shook me: “Someone in your bloodline declared that none of their descendants would surpass them, and that vow became a spiritual blockage.”
He told me it was time to break that vow. To rewrite my spiritual path.
He gave me a wealth attraction spell that involved a deep ancestral cleansing, a powerful charm to attract financial breakthroughs, and an oil to anoint my hands every morning before business. He also instructed me to write my goals in bold and keep them under my pillow for seven nights while reciting a special affirmation.
At first, I felt silly. But by the third night, I started sleeping deeper, dreaming clearer. On the fifth day, a man who had ignored my calls for two years randomly called me. He gave me a job transporting high-value electronics across districts. That job paid me three times what I used to earn in a month, in one week.
From there, doors opened fast. I saved, reinvested, and bought my first Probox. By the time one year passed, I had four vehicles doing transport work. As I write this, I own six cars. My father now smiles when he sees me. He no longer says we weren’t born for wealth. Instead, he asks how he can help with my next project.
I know people will doubt this story. I would have too, before I experienced it. But I’m living proof that spiritual interference is real. And so is spiritual restoration.
To anyone reading this, especially if you’ve worked hard for years and still have nothing to show, there’s a reason. Don’t just suffer in silence. There’s help. Real help.
Contact Kiwanga Doctors:
Phone: +254116469840
Website: www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke
Email: kiwangadoctors@gmail.com
