For four years, my shop at Bamburu Mtambo in Mombasa had been thriving.
Every morning, I would unlock the doors with confidence, knowing that by evening, the day’s profits would reflect the hard work I and my small team had put in.
Business was steady, customers loyal, and the cash register always told the story of a growing enterprise.
Then, one day in July last year, everything changed. I noticed something strange: the daily profits were shrinking.
A pattern emerged that I could not ignore. One day, I would make a tidy profit of 20,000 shillings.
The next morning, when I counted the cash, only 5,000 shillings remained. Panic gripped me. I suspected my employees, the ones who had stood by me through thick and thin. Could they have betrayed me?
I decided to install CCTV cameras to catch the thief red-handed. The small monitors blinked reassuringly in the corner, promising to reveal the truth. But days passed, and nothing appeared on the footage.
The money vanished as if swallowed by an invisible force. I was baffled. No one entered the shop without being seen, yet the profits kept dwindling.
Frustration turned into fear. Word of my plight reached a friend, who recommended Dr. Bokko, a man reputed for his uncanny ability to resolve the unexplainable.
Desperate for answers, I arranged a meeting. Dr. Bokko listened carefully, his eyes narrowing as I recounted the losses. After a long pause, he leaned back and said, “This is not the work of human hands.”
He explained that my landlord had cast a “chuma ulete” spirit on my business, feeding from my profits while leaving me with mere scraps.
At first, I wanted to laugh—it sounded like something out of a folk tale. But Dr. Bokko’s confidence was unwavering, and something deep in my gut told me he was speaking the truth.
Over the next few days, Dr. Bokko performed a series of rituals to unravel the dark influence over my shop. Candles flickered, incense filled the room, and I watched in awe as he chanted words I could barely understand.
He explained that the spirit had been siphoning my success, channeling wealth to my landlord without my knowledge. I felt a chill as the realization sank in: for months, my hard-earned profits had been stolen not by thieves, but by unseen forces.
When the process was complete, Dr. Bokko reassured me that my business would now be protected. Skeptical but hopeful, I returned to the shop the next day.
I opened the register, expecting the usual disappointment, but instead, everything was intact. Sales picked up, customers returned in their usual numbers, and the mysterious losses ceased.
It was a lesson I would never forget: sometimes, the forces working against us are invisible, and the solutions lie beyond the ordinary.
Thanks to Dr. Bokko, my shop at Bamburu Mtambo returned to normalcy.
The profits were safe, the employees loyal, and for the first time in months, I could finally breathe easy, knowing that my hard work was once again protected. CONTINUE READING