Two years ago, if you’d told me witchcraft could shatter a healthy man’s life overnight, I’d have rolled my eyes. My husband was a powerhouse, vibrant, hard-working, and rarely sick. We thought his healthy habits guaranteed a long life. But one evening changed everything, nearly making me a widow. It happened out of nowhere. He came home with a splitting headache, and within minutes, his right side went numb.
He collapsed in our living room. Terrified, I rushed him to the hospital, where doctors diagnosed a stroke. They were stunned, a man with no medical issues, no high blood pressure, nothing. Tests offered no answers. Weeks passed with him bedridden, half-paralysed, barely speaking. Doctors shrugged, saying, “It just happens.” But I felt something darker at work. Then a nurse hinted at cases like this, healthy men struck down after rivals or jealous friends “sent something”. That’s when I knew this wasn’t just bad luck. Continue reading.