Growing up in poverty, I knew struggle like an old friend. Our small mud house in the village held my family’s dreams, but torn blankets and empty stomachs were our reality. My siblings and I juggled hunger and school fees, while my mother’s words, “Things will get better, just wait,” echoed in my heart. But I wondered if that day would ever arrive. I promised myself I’d break the cycle. I studied hard and hustled endlessly, but nothing clicked.
Moving to Nairobi felt like a fresh start, yet I sank deeper into low-paying jobs, mounting debts, and the guilt of sending nothing home to my struggling family. The lowest moment hit when my little brother nearly quit school over unpaid fees. Alone in my tiny Kayole bedsitter, I sobbed, feeling like I’d let everyone down. Then hope sparked. A coworker, once broke like me but now thriving with a car and a Syokimau home, mentioned Dr Bokko. Sceptical, I questioned if a spell could shift my finances. But with nothing to lose, I took the leap. Continue Reading.