“I trusted them with my whole life… and this is how they thank me?” Michael Kato muttered under his breath, staring at his phone screen showing nothing but zeros. The Fort Portal businessman felt his chest tighten as the reality sank in. For twelve solid years he’d hustled, turning a tiny import-export side gig into something that paid school fees, medical bills, and kept his parents comfortable. Family was everything – especially around Christmas, when the house in the foothills would be filled with laughter, chapati, and music. This year was supposed to be the best yet.
Then the trouble started small. A couple of odd withdrawals he chalked up to bank errors. But then thousands, then hundreds of thousands, disappeared. Suppliers started calling, employees went unpaid, and the company he’d bled for teetered on collapse. Worse than the empty accounts was the silence from the people closest to him. His uncle suddenly “travelled upcountry”. His two cousins stopped picking up calls. Excuses piled up like dirty plates after a party nobody enjoyed.
One quiet evening, Michael drove to Kampala and poured his heart out to an old friend. After listening, the friend leaned in and said softly, “Bro, I’ve seen this before. Occasionally the thief isn’t just holding a phone – it’s deeper, spiritual. You need someone who can actually see what’s hidden. Call Dr Bokko.” Michael wasn’t the type to run to spiritualists, but desperation changes a man. Heart pounding, he dialled the number and told Dr Bokko everything – the vanishing money, the shady relatives, and the Christmas that now felt doomed. Dr Bokko listened without interrupting, then said the words Michael least expected: “This isn’t just greed. There are hidden forces at work here…” Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35160


















