Dr Bokko

For more than three decades, I lived with the silent ache of a woman the world calls “barren.”
I married my first husband at 23, full of dreams and hope. Year after year passed without a child. We tried hospitals, injections, expensive specialists…but my womb stayed empty.The worst pain wasn’t the needles or the bills. It was the whispers.

The neighbors who said I was cursed. The in-laws who told my husband to “find a real woman.”He died suddenly when I was 38. And with him went my last fragile hope of being a mother.I lived like a shell after that burying myself in work, avoiding baby showers, pretending I didn’t care. But every Mother’s Day.To read more,click here