It is the story of Agnes Ndanu, a 34-year-old mother of two who believes her home had been under silent attack not through witchcraft in the dramatic sense, but through something far more common in modern Kenya: bad energy from people she called friends and relative’s
For three straight years, Agnes’s life looked like a nightmare that never ended. Her two children were always sick.
Always.
If it wasn’t fever, it was vomiting. If it wasn’t stomach aches, it was sudden headaches at night. She spent more time in hospital corridors than in her own bed.
“People used to laugh at me behind my back,” she says.
“They called my house a hospital. They said my children were weak. But I knew something wasn’t right.”
The turning point came last December, after what she calls the worst night of her life. Both children fell sick at 2 a.m., crying uncontrollably, temperatures rising, bodies shaking.
Once again, she rushed to the hospital the nurses already knew her by name.
But this time, the doctor pulled her aside and asked a question that shook her:
“Mama, are these children exposed to too much stress? Too many visitors? Too much negative environment?”
For the first time, Agnes looked back at her life and she realized something deep.
Her house was always full of people.
Some came to gossip.
Some came to compare lives.
Some came to complain about her marriage, her progress, her small achievements.
Others came with strange, piercing stares at her kids.TO READ FULL STORY, TAP HERE.