The kidnapping had been planned with precision.
For weeks, the four men studied the routines of a wealthy hardware trader — his routes, his guards, and the quiet stretches of road he used each evening.
When the moment finally came, the operation went smoothly.
They intercepted his vehicle at dusk, blindfolded him, and drove toward what they believed was a secure hideout deep in the countryside.
But before they reached it, something shifted.
After nearly an hour on the dirt road, the driver slowed. The turn near the old baobab tree seemed correct, yet the surroundings felt unfamiliar.
They drove on, then stopped. The stream they expected to cross was missing. The hills appeared farther away than they should have been.
They turned back.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the same fork in the road.
Frustration grew. The trader sat bound and silent as the men argued over directions. The driver insisted he knew the terrain better than anyone. Still, each route led them back to the same place.
Then the engine stalled.
They tried restarting it, but it sputtered and died. When one of them stepped out, he froze.
“We’ve been here before,” he whispered.
The broken signpost leaned at the same angle. Their tire tracks were visible in the mud.
They abandoned the vehicle and attempted to walk toward the hills where their hideout was located. After nearly forty minutes of walking, they emerged onto the same road, beside the same stalled car.
Darkness fell quickly. Strange sounds echoed through the grass. The men who had started the evening confident and calculating now stood together in growing fear.
“This is not normal,” one muttered.
By midnight, suspicion turned into dread. They whispered about curses, spiritual traps, and unseen forces. The trader remained silent, his calm presence only deepening their unease.
Finally, the leader stepped away and made a call. With a voice stripped of bravado, he contacted Dr. Bokko.
After listening carefully, Dr. Bokko instructed them to remain calm and follow his directions precisely. He told them to untie the trader immediately, offer him water, and ask for forgiveness for the harm they intended.
He then guided them through a short ritual of cleansing using water from their bottles and soil from the roadside, instructing them to sprinkle it around the vehicle while speaking words of release and repentance.
Though hesitant, they followed every instruction.
Within minutes, the air felt lighter. The tension that had gripped them began to ease. When they tried the engine again, it started smoothly.
They drove forward slowly.
This time, the stream appeared exactly where it should have been. The road unfolded clearly before them. No strange loops. No returning to the same place.
The leader stopped the vehicle, removed the blindfold from the trader, and released him unharmed.
Without speaking further, they turned the vehicle around and drove back toward town, shaken and silent — each man carrying the weight of what they had experienced and the instructions they had been given.
None of them questioned again how they had found their way out. CONTINUE READING