I’m Patrick, a 34-year-old from Nairobi, and for years, I felt cursed. Picture a guy riding a boda boda from dawn until midnight, barely scraping enough for dinner—that was me for a decade. Each day, I would haul my motorbike out of the mud outside my modest Kayole room, praying for a brighter tomorrow. But clients grumbled, police hassled me, and accidents ate my savings. My money never grew.
At home, my wife and kids were fed up with poverty. “Patrick, until when will we suffer?” my wife asked. That question crushed me. I felt like a failure. Then my bike was stolen, pushing me into debt and despair. A friend insisted, “You’re not cursed, you’re bound. See Dr Bokko.” Sceptical, I visited him. He listened and revealed, “Someone’s blocking your destiny.” His cleansing rituals and wealth spell changed everything; my life transformed in weeks Continue reading.