Dr Bokko When my father died, we thought the worst was over. The burial was done, people went back to their homes, and life was supposed to continue. But in our homestead, peace never returned. It was as if something or someone had refused to rest.
It started on the very evening after the burial. Just as the sun went down, a flock of black crows appeared out of nowhere and began circling around the grave. They cried and perched on nearby trees, refusing to leave. My mother watched in fear and said quietly, “That’s not normal.” We tried to brush it off, but deep inside, we all felt something wasn’t right.Days turned into CONTINUE READING…https://drbokko.com/?shorts=his-spirit-was-restless-crows-flew-over-the-grave-and-then-strange-things-began-to-happen
