Woman in Nairobi Facing Jail Term But File Goes Missing Same Day She Completes 7-Day Fasting Ritual

The day I was told I might face jail in Nairobi is the day my world collapsed. I had never imagined my name would be mentioned in a courtroom. What started as a small business misunderstanding with a former partner quickly turned into a serious legal battle.

Documents were twisted, accusations were exaggerated, and suddenly I found myself standing before a magistrate, listening to words that made my knees weak. The possibility of serving a jail term haunted me day and night. I could not sleep. I could not eat properly.

Every phone call made my heart race. My children depended on me, and the thought of leaving them alone because of a dispute filled me with fear and shame. My lawyer tried his best, but he quietly admitted that the evidence presented against me could be damaging if not countered effectively.

In my desperation, I spoke to a close friend about everything. She listened carefully and then mentioned Doctor Kashiririka, someone she said had helped her during a difficult legal matter years ago. I was not sure what to think, but at that point, I needed hope.

I called +254704675962 and explained my situation in detail. Doctor Kashiririka spoke with calm authority. He did not promise shortcuts or illegal interference. Instead, he said that sometimes when cases escalate unnecessarily, there is negative influence and strong opposition energy working behind the scenes.

He advised me to undertake a 7-day fasting ritual focused on truth, clarity, and divine intervention. He guided me step by step, emphasizing discipline, faith, and positive intention. He warned me not to fast out of fear, but out of belief that justice would prevail.

Those seven days were not easy. I woke up early each morning for prayer and reflection. I restricted my meals as instructed and stayed away from arguments or negative thoughts. Physically, I felt weak at times, but spiritually I began feeling lighter.

It was as though a heavy cloud hovering over my life was slowly thinning.
On the seventh day, I completed the fast in the evening, feeling an unusual sense of calm. The following morning was my scheduled court mention. I dressed quietly, my heart steady but uncertain.

When we arrived in court, something unexpected happened. After calling several cases, the clerk searched for my file. Papers shuffled. Names were rechecked. Confusion spread across the desk. My file was missing.

The magistrate ordered the registry to locate it immediately, but it could not be found. Without the file, the hearing could not proceed. The case was adjourned. My lawyer looked at me in disbelief. He later told me that lost files, especially in active cases, were rare. To READ MORE CLICK HERE