Two years ago, I’d have scoffed at the idea of stunning my village. As a mtumba clothes seller, life was a daily grind. Under the blazing sun, I haggled over secondhand wares, often earning just fifty shillings—or nothing at all. Most days, I returned home empty-handed. Villagers sneered, dubbing me “Mama Mitumba” with disdain. Relatives shunned me, as if my poverty were contagious.

I swallowed the shame, clinging to faint hopes of better days, but exhaustion weighed heavy, debts piled up, and survival was hand-to-mouth. One evening, venting to a friend, she mentioned Dr Bokko and his potent money spells that could unlock impossible opportunities. I chuckled, sceptical. A poor market woman like me, wealthy? Yet her words lingered. Desperate for change, I decided to take a chance. To read more, click here.