
I still remember the date, a Friday evening that changed my life forever.
I was driving back from a work trip on the Nairobi-Mombasa highway. The weather was calm, the road clear. I even had music playing low in the background.
Then, out of nowhere, I saw it: a huge trailer ahead of me suddenly swerving. It was moving too fast, almost like a beast let loose. I later learned its brakes had failed.
What I saw next will stay with me forever.
The trailer ploughed through cars in our lane, crushing them like empty tins, metal screeching, people screaming.
In just seconds, several vehicles were torn apart. I could hear the cries and the shattering glass as if it were happening in slow motion.
I froze. My whole body turned cold. My hands refused to grip the steering wheel properly.
For a terrifying moment, I couldn’t even move my foot to hit the brakes.
The trailer kept coming, destroying everything in its path.
It finally came to a halt barely a few meters from where my car had stopped.
When the dust settled, there was silence and then the sound of wailing.
Many lives had been lost in front of my eyes. Several cars were destroyed beyond recognition.
I sat there shaking, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
I knew I had just narrowly escaped death.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the trailer, heard the screams.
A week later, at a roadside café, I overheard two men talking about that very spot. One of them said quietly,
“That stretch of road has always been cursed. Accidents keep happening there. Some people set traps for sacrifices.”
At first I brushed it off as superstition. But the memory of that day wouldn’t leave me.
I kept thinking: Was that really just bad luck… or something more sinister?
A close friend, seeing how disturbed I had become, told me:
“If you’re worried about your safety, speak to Dr. Bokko. He has helped many people seeking protection for themselves and their journeys.”
I didn’t need more convincing. I knew I never wanted to experience that helpless terror again.
I reached out to Dr. Bokko.
On the phone, he listened calmly to my story.
When I described the spot where the accident happened, he sighed softly and said:
“Some tragedies on the road aren’t just accidents. There are indeed dark traps laid to claim lives. We can’t control the evil others do, but we can protect ourselves.”
His words chilled me, but they also brought a strange relief. At least there was an explanation, and more importantly, a way to fight back.
Under his guidance, I went through a protection spell and cleansing ritual.
He explained that it was about shielding myself and my vehicle from unseen harm, creating a spiritual barrier against such sacrifices and bad energy.
Since then, I have driven on the same stretch of road many times.
I still drive carefully, of course, but I no longer feel that cold grip of fear.
I’ve had no close calls, no strange incidents. I believe with all my heart that the protection I sought saved me from becoming another statistic on our dangerous roads.
I share this story because too many lives are lost on our highways.
While we focus on better driving and safer vehicles and we must we sometimes forget there are also unseen forces at work, especially in places where tragedies keep repeating.
If you have ever felt that chill of near-death, or if you travel often and worry about your safety, don’t wait until it’s too late.
Sometimes prevention goes beyond what we can see.
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Dr. Bokko didn’t just calm my fears, he gave me back the confidence to drive without the shadow of death following me.