Amos had been saving for months. For him, owning an Electric Motorbike wasn’t just a dream; it was a statement. The government had just announced the launch of the new Electric Motorbikes as part of the clean energy reforms, and everyone was talking about them.

Even his friends in Kabete were buzzing about how they were going to upgrade their transportation and be part of the green energy wave.Amos, however, wanted his motorbike immediately. He didn’t want to wait, he didn’t want delays, and he certainly didn’t want to buy second-hand. So, over the course of months, he had managed to save a total of Ksh 150,000.

Every coin, every shilling, every small amount he could set aside had been painstakingly collected. He was proud of himself. Finally, the day came when he had the full amount in his pocket.

His plan was simple: buy the bike, enjoy the weekend game between Manchester United and Nottingham Forest in style, and show his friends what determination could achieve.But life, as Amos would learn, doesn’t always follow plans.One Friday evening, with the weekend approaching and his excitement at an all-time high, Amos decided to unwind. He visited a local bar in Kabete, ordered a jug of Keg, and began chatting with the patrons.

The conversation was casual at first, revolving around football and weekend plans, but it didn’t take long before Amos, feeling relaxed and confident, mentioned his savings and his plan to buy the new Electric Motorbike. He spoke freely about how much money he had and even who his rivals were in the area for business and transport opportunities.

Unfortunately, this openness caught the wrong attention. A man at the bar, introducing himself as Raphael Kinyua, overheard Amos talking about his savings. Raphael presented himself as a “trusted dealer” who could sell the motorbike at a fraction of the government price.

According to him, Amos could buy four bikes with the same money he had saved for one. Amos was ecstatic. The dream of owning not one but multiple Electric Motorbikes seemed too good to resist. He was already envisioning himself riding through Kabete, the envy of everyone, his hustle now complete. Raphael told him to come to an office in Lower Kabete, promising that the motorbikes were waiting and everything was ready for him to make a purchase.

Amos, blinded by excitement and the desire to get ahead, took the money he had worked so hard to save and headed to the office. Inside, two more men greeted him, their presence giving credibility to Raphael’s story. A motorbike was on display, forms were handed to him, and before long, Amos had signed what he believed were legitimate purchase documents.Then the nightmare began.

As soon as Amos handed over his Ksh 150,000, Raphael and his associates began acting strangely. They were no longer the friendly, businesslike men he had met moments earlier. Suddenly, Raphael laughed mockingly and said words that made Amos’s heart sink:“Hiyo pesa imeshakunywa maji. Kanairo si kwenu.

Umeoshwa!! Rudi tu ushago ukalime mahindi.”Amos fainted, not once, but twice. His dreams, his hard work, and his money had been swindled away in what felt like a blink of an eye. He was terrified, confused, and utterly helpless. His sister noticed his distress and advised him to seek help immediately.

That’s when he remembered hearing about Dr. Magongo, a traditional doctor known for powerful protection and recovery spells.