My Dad’s Body Stayed in the Morgue for 20 Years Because of a Land Case — What I Did to Finally Bury Him

 My name is Samuel Otieno, and for 20 painful years, my father’s body lay in a cold morgue, unburied, forgotten by many, and surrounded by pain that almost destroyed my family.

Every year that passed felt like a curse hanging over us. People laughed, others judged us, and some avoided our home completely. Many thought we were cursed. Others said we were stubborn. But only God knew the truth of our suffering.

My father died suddenly in 2005 after a short illness. He was a hardworking man who believed in land, family, and dignity. Before his death, he owned a piece of land that later became the root of our suffering. When he passed on, relatives from both sides rushed in like vultures. Everyone wanted a share. Some even claimed the land belonged to them, not to my father.

We tried to bury him, but the land dispute became a court case. The family elders said we could not bury him until the land issue was resolved. They claimed burying him would “seal ownership.” I was young and confused, but I trusted the elders. That decision would later haunt me for the rest of my life.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into years. The morgue bills kept rising. We sold cows, land, and household items just to keep the body preserved. My mother cried herself to sleep every night. My siblings dropped out of school. Some relatives stopped talking to us completely. Others whispered that our family was cursed.

The court case dragged on endlessly. Every hearing was postponed. Lawyers took our money and gave us false hope. At some point, even the morgue attendants began to ask questions. “Huyu mzee bado hajazikwa?” they would ask with pity in their eyes.

After ten years, my mother fell sick. She kept saying she could see my father in her dreams calling her. She died without seeing him buried. That broke me completely. I became angry with God, with people, and with life itself.

By the 15th year, I was tired. I had tried churches, pastors, prophets, and traditional elders. Some asked for money and disappeared. Others told me the case was too heavy. I nearly gave up.

That was when I heard about Dr. Bokko.

At first, I ignored it. People talked about him in whispers. Some said he helped families solve long-standing problems. Others said he helped where courts failed. I laughed it off until one day a neighbour told me, “You have tried everything else. Why not try this too?”

With nothing left to lose, I contacted him.

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When I spoke to Dr. Bokko, he didn’t rush me. He listened quietly as I poured out 20 years of pain. He asked questions no one had ever asked me before. He told me something that shocked me: “This is not just a land issue. There is a spiritual knot tied to your father’s death.”

He guided me step by step. I followed every instruction with faith and patience. Within weeks, things started changing. Relatives who had refused to talk suddenly called me. A court date that had been postponed for years was suddenly fixed.

Something even stranger happened. One of the main people blocking the burial came to my home and apologized. He said he had been having terrifying dreams of my father standing silently at his door.

Within three months, the court ruled in our favour.

I still remember the day clearly. I held the court papers in my shaking hands and cried like a child. After 20 long years, we were finally allowed to bury my father.

The burial day was emotional. The whole village came. Some cried. Others stood in silence. As we lowered his body into the grave, I felt a heavy weight lift from my chest. For the first time in decades, I slept peacefully that night.

After the burial, my life changed in ways I never expected. Opportunities opened. I got a stable job. My children started doing well in school. Even my health improved. It felt like a curse had been lifted.

People started asking questions. “How did you manage?” “What did you do differently?” That is when I began sharing my story and mentioning Dr. Bokko. Not because he asked me to, but because I knew someone else was suffering in silence just like I had.

I am not saying life became perfect. But peace returned to my home. That alone is priceless.

If you are reading this and you are stuck — maybe in a land dispute, family curse, long court case, or unexplained suffering — please know that you are not alone. I stayed 20 years in pain because I had no direction. You don’t have to wait that long.

Sometimes help comes from places we never expect.

📞 Contact Dr. Bokko:
📞 Phone / WhatsApp: +254 769 404 965
💬 WhatsApp Chat: +254 769 404 965

Today, when I visit my father’s grave, I feel peace instead of pain. I talk to him freely. I tell him we finally did it. He is home.

If my story touches even one heart, then my pain was not in vain.