It began subtly, almost like good fortune. My little brother, jobless for ages, started flashing cash. Not pocket change—serious money. He grabbed a shiny new Toyota, wiped out old loans, kicked off house construction in the village, and covered school fees for cousins without a second thought.
We all cheered at first. Called it his breakthrough. Said blessings finally arrived. But the rush felt off. No job we knew about. No big win or family windfall. Nothing added up.
When pressed, he’d dodge or joke it away. Worse, good news for him came with bad vibes elsewhere. A cousin got mysteriously sick. Mom had creepy dreams night after night. The home atmosphere turned tense, happiness edged out by unease.
Things escalated when his personality shifted. He grew distant, snappy, full of secrets. Skipped sleeping over, ditched family meetups in Nairobi. One evening, our aunt cornered him. His confession rattled everyone. Turns out, he’d dipped into dark rituals for quick riches. Now, regrets piled up as shadows loomed over us all. We learned the hard way: easy money often hides steep costs in Kenya’s hidden corners. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36358
