Marriage is an interesting thing when the parties involved respect each other and give in their best, what was not my case after accepting to live with a man who later started misbehaving.
My name is Judy Ombima. I am a 39-year-old single mother of four, three boys and one girl. I am also a fashion designer and a gospel singer. Today I can afford to smile though I have been hurt severally.
It all started 14 years ago when I met Gilbert (name changed to protect identity) at the St. Jude’s Church in Huruma, Nairobi. He was a member of the church choir. He was handsome and had a good job.
At the time, I was a single mother of two boys, but this did not deter Gilly as I called him. He was willing to take care of my boys and raise a happy family with me. His love and kindness swept me off my feet. We started living together in Nairobi. The first few months were pure joy. We were happy, and in 2005, we were blessed with my third born daughter. We would later have my last-born child in 2008. But by then, things had taken a sudden u-turn for the worse.
Our downturn had started a few months after the birth of our daughter. Gilbert started discriminating against my first two children. He would prevent them from using electricity in their bedroom to study or watching TV. He constantly complained that they were hiking our domestic costs. He then started having affairs. It did not take long before the affairs became blatantly open.
After the birth of my fourth born in 2008, I invited a close relative of mine to come and live with us. She would help around the house, and during her free time, she would attend a course at a college. Within eight months, though, her attitude changed. She became distant and rude to me little did I notice she was replacing me silently.
The worst then happened one night when I woke up at 2PM and heard this statement from my husband from the other room where the relative would spend her night.
“Never be putting on a pantie in the evening so that when my wife goes to sleep we can have an easy time doing this,” my husband was telling her as she responded, “It’s okay but make sure you leave one round for her so that she doesn’t suspect,”.
I felt as though I had been hit by a thunderbolt. I walked back to the bedroom, put on a dress and walked out. I did not care about the time.
I even wanted to leave that home for good, but I was afraid. Where would I go? How would I raise four kids on my own? Yet, the more I stayed around, the worse things got. His affair with my relative went even a notch higher when he started bringing girls into our home and bedroom and getting intimate right in my face to humiliate me.
I resorted to also pay back in equal measure. I picked a number from Facebbok which I called. It belonged to a witchdoctor whom I wanted him to help me out. I had no other alternative left. His name on the social media was Mugwenu Doctors. Many others who have been assisted by Dr. Mugwenu say they have received powerful healing and are now more connected to their fellow lonely hearts.
In just two days period, my husband called me asking if I had bewitched him since he had developed unending pains in his private parts. “Have you done anything to me?” he asked and I told him, he ain’t seen!
He started to plead with me saying I forgive him he had learnt a lesson and that he won’t be repeating that behavior. I told my mother who laughed and said that is the way to go. As I speak today my husband is calling me and want us to reunite. Mugwenu witchdoctor are real.
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