For many years, my greatest dream felt impossible. I longed for a child, yet every month reminded me of my emptiness. The whispers started quietly — at first from relatives, then from neighbours, and finally from women in my own circle. They would laugh or joke, never considering how deep their words cut. I became the woman called barren.

The pain was not only in my body — it was in my soul. I cried alone at night, hiding my tears from anyone who might judge me further. I watched friends and relatives celebrate pregnancies, naming ceremonies, and birthdays, and I would smile on the outside while my heart broke inside. My husband tried to comfort me, but I could feel his disappointment as well. I felt like a failure, as if my purpose had been denied.

I tried everything I could think of. I visited doctors, spent a fortune on tests, treatments, and medications. I changed diets, followed advice, prayed daily, and sometimes even lost hope entirely. Nothing worked. Each passing month felt like a reminder that my dream might never come true. My friends whispered behind my back. Some women mocked me. The village talked. And every night, I cried silently, wondering why fate had treated me so cruelly.

At my lowest point, a family friend suggested I seek guidance beyond conventional methods — someone who could help me restore hope, clarity, and direction in my life. She mentioned Dr. Bokko, saying he had helped women in similar situations. I was skeptical. I had already spent years hoping and failing. I wondered if anyone could truly help me. But deep inside, I knew I had to try one last time. To  continue reading click here