When my uncle passed away, I never imagined his death would pull me into the darkest chapter of my life.
He had no children of his own, and everyone knew I was his favorite. He raised me like a daughter, paid my school fees, and promised that one day I would inherit the small properties and savings he had worked for all his life.
When the lawyer confirmed it after his burial, I felt both grief and relief. At least his love had not died with him.
The relief did not last. Barely three weeks after the inheritance was released, everything vanished. The bank account was empty. The house documents were suddenly “under investigation.” Phone calls went unanswered.
Relatives who had smiled at me during the funeral now avoided me or accused me of lying. Overnight, I went from being hopeful to being desperate and confused. I thought it was legal manipulation at first.
I ran back and forth between offices, wasting money I did not have. But something felt off. This was not just paperwork going wrong.
My health declined. I couldn’t sleep. I would wake up shaking, feeling watched, feeling robbed in a way that went deeper than money.
One evening, while cleaning my uncle’s old suitcase, I found a sealed envelope hidden inside the lining. It was a handwritten letter addressed to me. My hands trembled as I read it.
In the letter, my uncle warned me. He wrote that some family members were bitter about his decision and that they had once tried to “tie” his wealth spiritually so it would never benefit me even after his death.
He urged me to seek spiritual protection if anything strange happened. ...CONTINUE READING