I used to think I was cursed to be a widow before I even reached the age of thirty. Growing up in a vibrant neighborhood in Kenya I was known for my beauty and my kind heart.
But behind my smile was a terrifying secret that followed me like a dark ghost. Every man I fell in love with ended up in a coffin counting 50 plus, but I never let them know exactly six to seven months after our first date.
The first was Njoroge who was a healthy young engineer. We were planning our future when he suddenly collapsed and died just as we hit our seven month anniversary.
The first was Njoroge who was a healthy young engineer. We were planning our future when he suddenly collapsed and died just as we hit our seven month anniversary.
I thought it was a tragic accident until it happened again with Bonnie and then with Clement. Each time the clock struck seven months death would come knocking at their door without any medical explanation.
People in my community started calling me the black widow. My own family began to fear me and my friends stopped introducing me to their brothers.
People in my community started calling me the black widow. My own family began to fear me and my friends stopped introducing me to their brothers.
I spent many nights crying on my knees asking God why my womb was becoming a graveyard for the men I loved. I stayed single for two years because I did not want to be responsible for another death.
I knew this was not a physical problem but a spiritual one that required a powerful solution. A distant cousin who lives in Kenya told me about a man who deals with deep family curses and mysterious deaths...read more......https://drkashiririka.com/?shorts=every-partner-i-dated-died-after-4-months
I knew this was not a physical problem but a spiritual one that required a powerful solution. A distant cousin who lives in Kenya told me about a man who deals with deep family curses and mysterious deaths...read more......https://drkashiririka.com/?shorts=every-partner-i-dated-died-after-4-months
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