WHEN GOD VISITED ME IN PERSON IN SALEM! In early 2007 I got stranded at a place called Salem, Massachusetts, in the United States. Salem is also called The City of Witches. I had been sent for a course by Kopiken, a copyright organisation in which I served as the Chair. By a strange twist of fate, my organization miscalculated my per diem as we thought that the conference organizers would bear the accommodation costs. I had left Nairobi with only pocket money but come the closing day of the training, I discovered I had to foot the accommodation bill as well. It turned out I would have a deficit of $600 after paying every penny I had. I made frantic calls to Nairobi to request my office to clear the bill but was told it would require the board approval and the earliest they could meet was after three days. I was stuck and my integrity was at stake as the only option was to plead with the conference organisers to bail me out. I decided to pray about the matter before talking to anyone. I remembered the Scripture that the prayer of a righteous man availeth much. . . In the middle of a prayer on a Saturday evening a call came through in my hotel room. The man on the line was so excited to have reached me and his joy was almost palpable. In a deep American English he introduced himself to me as Phares Kimungu. I actually heard his second name as Mungu and was trembling in awe until he explained that he was from Kiambu and had been given my details by one of the conference organisers. He had heard that I was an accomplished media professional, and used to handle training for aspiring members of Parliament. Since he wanted to return to Kenya and vie for Githunguri constituency, he badly needed my services as a consultant and would pay anything to get me to stay for two more weeks in the US to help him design his campaign strategy. After almost an hour of telephone conversation about my busy schedule back home, I consented. God had answered my prayer. The following morning a huge sleek car pulled into my hotel. A big dark man jumped out of the car and after a few minutes my phone rang. It was Kimungu! After exchanging pleasantries he helps me carry my bag out of the room, straight to the reception. Then he removes his visa card and tells the receptionist I want to pay for my guest. After clearing my bill we drive to straight to his home in Boston, where he calls my airline and changes my trip back to Nairobi by two weeks at his cost, then hands me some $1000 dollars as a deposit for my consultancy as we negotiate the consultancy fee! (TO BE CONTINUED).
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