For months, my son had been struggling in school, and it tore me apart as a mother. Living in Machakos, I watched him slump over his books, staring blankly at the pages, unable to focus.
Every parent-teacher meeting became a source of anxiety teachers would gently inform me that he wasn’t performing to his potential. My heart sank each time, and I tried everything I could think of: extra tuition, encouragement, quiet study corners at home, even counseling, but nothing seemed to work.
The situation became worse as the end-of-term exams approached. I noticed him skipping study sessions, doodling endlessly, and sometimes crying quietly in his room. He would tell me he “felt tired” or “couldn’t think,” but I sensed it was deeper than fatigue.
I could not bear to see him fall behind his classmates, and I knew that if this continued, his self-confidence and future could be severely affected. A friend suggested I call famous doctor, a secret guide in Machakos who had helped many children struggling with concentration and mysterious learning obstacles.
