I used to think sheer grit would pull me out of poverty. I would wake before dawn, undertake various odd jobs, and sell items I did not even favour; however, each month concluded identically: an empty wallet and a heavier heart. Opportunities teased me, only to vanish. Promised jobs slipped away, and small wins fizzled fast, like some unseen force was holding me back. Friends whispered, “Why are you still broke?” The shame stung, and I started wondering if I was cursed.
One rough evening, scrolling through social media, I found stories about Dr Bokko. People shared tales of sudden wealth and failing businesses revived, all thanks to his spiritual guidance. Sceptical after too many letdowns, I hesitated, but their honesty hooked me. Desperate, I reached out. Then, life threw another punch. I came home early, unwell, and caught my husband cosying up to our cleaning lady in my kitchen, wearing my apron. The world blurred. After a heated fight, he left without a word, later planning a business for her. Heartbroken, I turned to Dr Bokko for hope. Continue Reading.