I never imagined a faint whiff could flip my world upside down. At first, the odd smell was just a quiet embarrassment, popping up in fleeting moments. I brushed it off as a normal quirk of being a woman, maybe a health hiccup needing attention. Ignoring it wasn’t an option. I confided in my boyfriend, hoping for support, but he chuckled, saying it was no big deal. Soon, his warmth faded. One night, he packed his bags and slipped away, leaving behind a house echoing with unspoken words.

Friends chimed in with tips; some urged a doctor’s visit; others suggested home remedies that reeked worse than my issue. I tried it all: obsessive cleaning, diet switches, and even pleading apologies for something I couldn’t fully control. His replies turned icy, then sharp, leaving me feeling tiny and lost. Then my aunt mentioned a family healer, Dr Bokko, known for his health spells. Sceptical but desperate, I booked a session, my cousin’s hand in mine for courage. Continue Reading.