I met someone in Nairobi while going to my work place. He told me his name was Patrick from Rift Valley. He started narrating to me how he has been working with government for 14 years without being promoted.
He divulged to me how he started working when he was yet even yet to marry but today he was already having two kids but still waiting for a promotion.
He lamented how his earning of sh 21,000 was too insufficient to sustain his life in Nairobi and now was contemplating quitting job to go back to the rural.
“Infact I just want to wait this year to end to resign. I cannot continue suffering this way in Nairobi. I can still go and work in my firm,” he lamented.
I looked at him as he narrated his saddening story with tears rolling down his cheeks but I told him not to give up there is still hope.
I reminded him that with God everything was still possible but he seemed a dejected man who had already resigned to his situation.
“Usijali ndugu yangu…ya Mungu ni mengi,” I told him but he seemed less concerned about what I was speaking about.
I pulled out my mobile phone, looked through the phone book and extracted this number for famous traditional healers, which I gave to him. I saw him reluctantly saved it in his phone… Continue Reading
