Kenya, Sept. 4 -- can still picture that evening vividly, as if it unfolded just hours ago. The sun dipped below the rooftops, casting a warm orange hue across the sky. Exhausted from a long day, I walked home with steady steps, my heart quietly attuned to life's unpredictability. Yet, I felt an unusual calm, bolstered by a secret I carried-a small, unassuming ring, its significance known only to me. This wasn't just any trinket. I'd purchased it from Dr. Bokko, a revered traditional healer whose words carried the weight of ancestral wisdom. With a calm, reassuring tone, he'd promised the ring would shield me from malevolent intentions.
Slipping it on, I felt not a burden, but an invisible mantle of protection enveloping me. As I walked, two men emerged from the shadows. Their eyes glinted with a predatory intensity, their movements signaling I was their mark. My pulse quickened, but panic didn't take hold. Instinctively, I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling the ring's cool metal against my skin. In that moment, my fear began to fade, replaced by an inexplicable serenity. The men approached, murmuring to each other, their intent clear. To read more click here.
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