My name is Susan, and I live in Kampala, Uganda. I have been married for seven years, and for most of that time, our home was peaceful. My husband and I shared a loving household, and our children were always healthy and cheerful.
But a few years ago, everything began to shift in strange and unsettling ways. Arguments started appearing out of nowhere, money went missing without explanation, and one by one, each member of my family fell sick.
At first, I blamed myself and wondered whether I was failing in my responsibilities at home. But the situation kept growing worse. My husband became withdrawn, constantly anxious about our finances, and even friends whispered about how unfortunate our home had suddenly become.
I tried everything I could think of—prayer, traditional treatments, even medical consultations—but nothing brought relief. I was drained, confused, and unable to understand how a once-happy home could fall into such endless problems.
Deep down, a part of me suspected that someone was intentionally bringing trouble into our lives, though I had no evidence to point to anyone.One day, a close friend who had been watching my struggles suggested that there could be.To see full details, click here
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