Kiplagat had returned to Kericho five years ago, a fresh college graduate with dreams of building a meaningful life. But the years had not been kind.
While his peers climbed career ladders, bought cars, and started families, Kiplagat remained rooted in the same mud-walled house where he had grown up. The village, once a place of childhood nostalgia, had become a prison of judgment.
Every morning, the rooster’s crow felt like a reminder of his stagnation. Villagers would whisper as he walked past, pointing fingers, chuckling behind their hands. Even children, unafraid to speak their minds, called him "Kiplagat the Lazy."
His parents, once proud of their son’s achievements, now greeted him with disapproving eyes and sighs heavy with disappointment.
“Why can’t you be like your cousins?” his mother would mutter, while his father shook his head silently, disappointed.
The weight of failure pressed on Kiplagat’s chest. He had tried everything—small-scale farming, odd jobs, even selling homemade crafts—but nothing stuck. The rejection gnawed at him until he withdrew entirely from the villagers.
Days merged into nights; Kiplagat’s only companions were the dusty walls of his home and the shadows of his regrets.
He stopped attending community gatherings, avoided old friends, and never laughed anymore. Life had become a series of gray mornings and silent evenings.
Then one afternoon, as rain threatened the village and the wind carried a hint of change, Kiplagat heard of Dr. Bokko, a spiritual healer known for transforming lives.
He contacted him and something awakened.
“Welcome, Kiplagat,” Dr. Bokko said, his voice calm yet commanding. “I know your burden. You have carried it alone for too long.” Kiplagat’s eyes widened, a mixture of fear and hope flickering inside.
Over the next weeks, Dr. Bokko guided Kiplagat through rituals, meditations, and teachings that awakened a sense of purpose he had long buried.
He was taught to channel his frustrations into energy, to see opportunities where he once saw obstacles, and to believe in the possibility of change.
Slowly, Kiplagat began to reconnect with the world. He found a new rhythm in life: mornings of reflection, afternoons of work on a small business plan, and evenings of helping neighbors with odd chores.
The villagers noticed. The whispers changed from mockery to curiosity. His parents’ eyes softened, and for the first time in years, Kiplagat smiled without restraint. He was no longer the laughing stock of Jericho.
Life had not magically transformed overnight, but he had discovered something far more important: belief in himself.
With Dr. Bokko’s guidance, Kiplagat finally understood that progress was not a single event but a series of small, consistent steps—steps he was now willing to take.
For the first time in five years, Kiplagat walked through Jericho not as a failure but as a man on the path to becoming someone remarkable. CONTINUE READING