For months, Beatrice Naliaka, a 34-year-old go-getter running her timber yard in Bungoma Town, couldn’t shake this creepy feeling crawling under her skin. This wasn’t the tough, no-nonsense woman everyone knew. She started double-locking doors, triple-checking windows, and sleeping with her phone clenched under the pillow like a lifeline. Even her besties noticed – she’d jump at shadows, zone out mid-conversation, and barely laugh anymore.
Everything changed when her business suddenly took off. Out of nowhere, the same competitors who used to ignore her started popping by “just to say hi”, asking weirdly personal questions and flashing smiles that never reached their eyes. Then came the blocked-number calls at odd hours. At night she’d hear slow, deliberate footsteps crunching leaves around her compound – like someone wanted her to know they were there.
The final straw? A late-night call where a man quietly listed her full name, her rural birthplace, her parents’ names, and even the exact school her little daughter attended. Beatrice was shaking so hard she could barely hold the phone. She called her cousin in tears: “If anything happens to me, tell them who’s behind it.” Everyone kept saying she was paranoid, that success was making her imagine things. But she knew – the situation wasn’t in her head.
That’s when she remembered women whispering in the market about a guy who’d actually helped people in real danger. Desperate and out of options, she dialled Dr Bokko. Half-expecting nothing, she poured out her story. He listened without interrupting, asked a couple of calm questions, then said words that nearly floored her: “Beatrice, what you’re feeling is real… but it can be stopped.” For the first time in months, she felt hope. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35270
