I’m Pastor Mary Wanjiku, guiding a cosy flock in Nakuru. Folks see me up front, beaming, dishing out wisdom on building rock-solid marriages. But let’s get real: for ages, I hid a heartbreak that shook my world and my calling. Post my second little miracle’s arrival, things shifted downstairs. Snuggling close with my hubby? It just… fizzled. No spark, no easy flow, and poof, my self-assurance took a nosedive. He stayed sweet, no big gripes, but those quiet sighs? They stung like crazy. I hit my knees hard, prayers, fasting, the works, wondering if I was failing as his partner.
As a shepherdess, spilling bedroom woes? Yikes. My peeps lean on me for faith-fuelled pep talks; owning up to marital hiccups felt like dropping the ball big time. I sneaked around pharmacies, testing potions left and right, but nada. Hope was slipping away fast. Then, mid-chat with a lady I was mentoring, she drops this gem: ‘Dr Bokko, a wise herbal whiz from Congo, who’s got the goods for gals in my boat.’ Sceptical? Totally, I mean, plants fixing this? But after soul-searching and a few heavenly heart-to-hearts, I dialled him up. Continue Reading.