10:27pm, January 21, 2017
In the quiet of the night, going home from Nyeri National Polytechnic where I had just finished a lengthy Electoral College cum Executive committee meeting. We walk with the students from the school and into the highway chatting animatedly especially in a bid to be unable to call to mind the cold that has already made our naked legs pale.
We soon walk into a stage and we get a motorbike to drop me to the house. My instructions (as usual) are clear to the cyclist, ‘I cycle at most 50km/hour in a motorbike; I am not in a hurry to get there. Do not put on blaring music and follow the traffic rules. I also do not pay more than sh. 100 to get to the house.’ I instruct which he agrees to.
Having bid my students good bye, we embark on the cold journey not aware of what awaits us. The highway is full of bumps, but even if they were not, my driver is good at following instructions. Our peaceful ride is interrupted when just at the entrance of a five star hotel; a hammer from the opposite direction suddenly turns to get to the gate without an indicator and Bang! We collide head on. Back in primary school in composition writing we would use a phrase like ‘it took me a few seconds to realize the scream I’d heard was actually from my throat’. I as well took several seconds to realize the shout of the name Jesus was actually from me. I had actually screamed it out.
Of course our small motorbike had completely no effect on such a machine. We fell down and I could only visualize the machine on top of us. I momentarily thought we’d soon die, but the Lord Almighty in His own sovereignty stopped it. Praise be to His name. I got up, praised the Lord and wiped the mud. I still couldn’t believe that I was not hurt, and neither was the cyclist. Indeed its unexplainable, we only thank God.
The millionaire flagged by his men alight from the vehicle and come to see us with many ‘apologies’. I hope they really were remorseful. As they ask if we are hurt, the temptation to actually start limping and demand for a good sum ‘to take me for check-up’ is too much to ignore. Of course no one would know about it. I would not even convey it to my team leader or close friends, especially since I wasn’t injured. I wrestle with my thoughts and I soon decide two things. 1. It is the Lord who had sheltered me. Indeed He had Held us by His arms. I needed to testify and give Him the glory. (I needed to journal and blog about it, to His glory!). That wouldn’t happen if I took money. 2. The Bible in Proverbs 15:27 tells me that He who is greedy for gain troubles his own house. I realized I was not ready to trouble my own house by a one night stand.
With this in mind, I decided I will not give the devil a foothold, and not even a toe-hold! I immediately started celebrating the Lord to the people who were there, and testifying that indeed had He not been on my side, the enemy would have devoured me mercilessly. My testifying was soon cut short by armed policemen who showed up to solve the situation. Their first enquiry was as to which vehicle was involved in the accident and the moment it was shown to them, I guess they smelt money coming their way. The guy was already negotiating with my cyclist as to what damage fee he should give but to my utter dismay, the policemen argued that he is guilty!
The bible has on many occasions addressed the issue of oppression of the poor but as at this day, I saw it with my own eyes. I mean what had the cyclist really done? He was using my 50km limit orders, he was using the right lane, had his bike in good shape… where had he erred? I perceived the policemen wanted to have the guy pay them instead which he must have quickly sensed and affirmed to the policemen that he indeed was the one who erred, and he proceeded to pay for the damage. I was glad. As we continued with our journey, I was grateful that the Lord had saved us, but I had also learnt so much.