Being Good
I boarded a bus bound for Utawala at a bus station in downtown Nairobi, just as Sylvester had instructed me. The bus was almost full when I boarded it; I therefore found a seat at the back. And while removing bus fare from my wallet, I requested the conductor to inform me when we reached Quickmart Supermarket, the place Sylvester had told me to alight.
As it often happens to me when I am travelling to an unfamiliar place, I got worried that the conductor might forget to inform me when we reached Quickmart Supermarket. So when some passengers alighted from the bus leaving empty seats in front, I dashed to a seat closer to the conductor where I could keep reminding him about my destination.
Guess what! A minute or two after plopping myself on a seat next to the conductor, a lady approached me from behind and handed me my wallet that I had dropped. I thanked her immediately and then again as she was about to take her seat at the back of the bus.
When I confirmed that all my money was in the wallet, I felt like thanking the lady for the third time but I bit my tongue because I thought that would be showing too much gratitude to a complete stranger. All the same, I was immensely grateful to the lady for saving me from the agony of losing my wallet which contained my bus fare as well as my national identity card and ATM card.
As the bus followed the road to Utawala, I thought back to the times other strangers had been helpful to me. I remembered an afternoon in 2013 when a man phoned me soon after I arrived home from the library of the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi. The man, who I later learnt was called Wanjala, informed me that he had found my wallet. (He got my phone number from a contact paper I had wisely put in the wallet.)
I agreed to meet with Wanjala the following morning in a town called Ong'ata Rongai. When we met and he gave me back my wallet, there was no money in it. But I didn't bother to question him where he had found my wallet and what had happened to my money. I just accepted my wallet, glad that my national ID, ATM card and U.S. Embassy library card were still in it.
Like the lady who handed me my wallet last Monday, Wanjala saved me from the turmoil of applying for another national ID and ATM card. Even though I have never communicated with him since that morning he gave me back my wallet, his kind gesture will remain enshrined in my memory.
I also remembered another man who alerted me that a Ksh. 500 note was hanging from a pocket on my trousers as I waited to be attended to at a certain cyber cafe in downtown Nairobi one afternoon in 2011. The man did me a world of good by alerting me about the hanging Ksh. 500 note because if someone had stealthily taken it from me, I would have been stranded in Nairobi since I didn't have another amount of money for bus fare.
While those memories of kind acts done to me by complete strangers came flooding back in my mind last Monday as I commuted to Utawala, I was thankful beyond measure. In a world full of thieves, fraudsters and pickpockets, it was gratifying to realize that good people still exist in this fallen world that we live in.
I have resolved to be one of those good people. Should I ever see someone absentmindedly leave her bag in a public service vehicle, I will make a point of alerting her about the bag without checking what's in it. And should a stranger ever stop me to ask for directions to a place he's headed, I will direct him to the best of my ability. Not an unwise thing for you to do as well, my beloved reader!
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