For many years, my life was a long road of disappointment, shame, and silent tears. I was born and raised in a humble home, just like many young Kenyans who dream of wearing the police uniform one day. From a young age, I admired police officers. I loved their discipline, their courage, and the respect they commanded in society. I told myself, “One day, I will wear that uniform.” I didn’t know that the journey would break me before it rebuilt me.

After finishing school, I prepared myself fully for the police recruitment. I trained my body, read motivational books, and prayed every night. When the first recruitment day came, I was confident. I met all the physical requirements, passed the fitness tests, and even impressed some officers. But when the final list came out, my name was missing. I was confused buthttps://drbokko.com/?shorts=i-failed-12-times-trying-to-join-the-police-until-i-met-dr-bokko-and-my-life-changed-forever hopeful. I told myself, “Maybe next time.”

That “next time” came again… and again… and again.

I applied 12 times.

Each time, I prepared harder. I woke up earlier, ran longer distances, and followed every instruction. Friends who trained with me got selected. Some were even less prepared than me. Yet I was always left behind. People started laughing at me. Others said I was cursed. Some said I should give up and look for another path in life. To continue reading click here