Grace, 36, from Eldoret, had reached the point where waking up felt heavier than sleeping. Her husband vanished years ago, leaving her with two young kids, a mountain of bills and no backup. Mornings started at 4:30 a.m.—cooking, packing lunches, then rushing to clean offices before the sun was even properly up. Evenings were homework, tears in the bathroom, and counting coins to see if rent would eat this month’s fees or the other way around.
Weekends? She washed strangers’ clothes and sold mitumba at the market, all just to keep the lights on. She’d smile for the kids, but inside she was screaming. “I felt like God had forgotten my address,” she says, laughing now, but you can still hear the crack in her voice. Friends told her to “be strong”, and family said to “pray harder”, but nobody could carry the load for her. The stress started showing – hair falling out, heart racing at night, crying in the shower so the kids wouldn’t hear.
Then a neighbour slipped her Dr Bokko’s number. Everyone in town knows his name when life gets too dark for normal advice. Grace went, half expecting nothing. Instead, for the first time, someone looked at the money mess, the loneliness, the shame, and the fear – all of it – and said, “We can fix this together.” And slowly, piece by piece, they did. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35218
