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Keeping our word

There are times you walk into a new place and you do not know what kind of reception you will get. That happened to us this morning. We went to this place and were not sure what to expect. But when our turn to be served reached, the gentleman at the counter was so helpful and that caught us by surprise. He went out of his way to actually give us contacts of other people whom we could talk too. He said he helps others out of the goodness of his heart and not for any money.

I think we are so used to being treated badly that when someone does the right thing, we ask what;s the catch? This happened to me last week. A client came to the shop and declared that he is a naturally impatient person. He said he has been let down many times and he doesn't believe in promises,especially by vendors. He had purchased an item and I stated that we would deliver on a certain day by 10a.m. He was not so happy that I could not deliver the next day but we strive to keep our word and on the delivery day, it rained heavily but we managed to deliver a few minutes after 10a.m. When I called to inform our client that we were at the gate, he was pleasantly surprised. He again reiterated how people do not keep their word.

All these events got me thinking. We need to be people who keep their word. If one makes a promise, kindly carry it through. If you say you will pray for me, kindly do it. If you promise to return my call, kindly call back. May we be honest and helpful people. May we think about others and not just ourselves or what's in it for me.

Amazingly Kenyans have great hearts and are always willing to help. Need proof? Check how much we have raised for the Kenya for Kenyans initiative.

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