Losing my dad was heart-wrenching, but I never expected the real struggle to unfold in the chilly courthouse after his funeral. My stepmother contested the land Dad promised me, claiming it as her own. Armed with his will, documents, and my lawyer’s confidence, I thought justice would be swift. Yet, months stretched into years, and the case stalled. Each court visit brought fresh excuses, a lost file, an absent judge, or another delay. At first, I chalked it up to bad luck, but after five years of this relentless cycle, doubt crept in. Was something more at play? The constant delays drained me.
I sold my car to cover legal fees, and my dream of starting a small business faded as the land remained locked in dispute. Court dates became a source of dread, each one ending with, “Come back in three months.” Rumours swirled that my stepmother sought “help” to sway the case. I dismissed them, but the endless setbacks and uneasy dreams made me question. One evening, exhausted and tearful, I confided in a childhood friend. She listened, then gently suggested, “You’ve fought hard in court. Maybe it’s time to try spiritual guidance. I know someone, Dr Bokko, who’s helped others like you.” Continue Reading