For the last twelve years, my bodaboda has been my entire world. It’s not just a motorcycle – it’s how I’ve kept my family fed, the kids in school, and a roof over our heads. Every single day starts the same: I’m up before dawn, kicking the engine to life, weaving through traffic while the town is still rubbing sleep from its eyes. Rain, dust, blazing sun – nothing stops me. I’ve carried drunk passengers at 2 a.m., rushed pregnant women to hospital, and even helped strangers push a broken-down matatu once.
I’ve earned every shilling through hard work and honesty, but is that enough? It’s been tough. Some months, the money barely covers fuel and repairs, let alone school fees. I’ve witnessed friends experience setbacks, witnessed others resign, and persistently pondered whether tomorrow would finally bring about a turnaround. There were nights I lay awake thinking, “Is this it? Just endless circles around town until the bike (or I) malfunctions up?”
Then came the week everything broke. The bike broke three times in a row, repairs ate whatever I had saved, and I was properly stuck. That’s when a close friend pulled me aside and said, “Bro, call Dr Bokko. I’ve seen him turn people’s lives around when they had nothing left.” I’d heard the name before but always thought that kind of help wasn’t for guys like me. This time, I swallowed my pride and dialled. The moment I started talking, something shifted – for the first time in years, I felt real hope instead of just exhaustion. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35104
