How I Got My Brother’s Killers and Took Revenge After Police Failed to Investigate
When my brother was killed, our world collapsed. We reported the matter immediately, hoping the police would act fast. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months yet nothing moved.
Files gathered dust, witnesses were ignored, and I was told again and again to “be patient.” Deep inside, I felt my brother was being forgotten. My brother had no enemies that we knew of. He was hardworking, quiet, and respectful.
The silence from authorities hurt almost as much as the loss itself. I cried, complained, and even begged but the investigation remained stuck. That’s when I realized that if I wanted justice,
I had to look for another way, without putting myself in danger or breaking the law. A close friend advised me to speak to Doctor Bokko, a man known for helping families uncover hidden truths when all doors seem closed.
