The Power of A Simple Act of Kindness

For all the hateful language and mean-spirit that I’ve seen in our politics, for all the bad things that I’ve watched on television or read about happening all around the word, for all the evidence of the ability of humankind to inflict pain on fellow humans in order to gain or maintain power, there’s still one thing that I’ve never doubted. The general goodness of people.

The ability of ordinary people to stretch out and help people they do not know and in some cases might never meet.

And more often than not, just when my faith in humanity gets a slight dent, it’s  re-affirmed in unimaginable ways.

I spent my entire afternoon yesterday at Panari Hotel where I had been invited for a meeting to discuss the way forward on E-filing in the Judiciary something that has been a key objective for Chief Justice David Maraga since he took office. The whole idea is to have a system where people can lodge cases, make payment, serve the other parties and even get dates all online.

The meeting was scheduled to start at 12pm but it started late. At around 1.30pm though, everyone got a voucher and stepped out for lunch. In the midst of all the lunch time conversations with new people, when it was finally time to go back to the conference hall, I forgot my purse and didn’t realize it until hours later when there was pin-drop silence with everyone focused on the presentations.

I looked and looked everywhere trying to make the slightest movements possible but the purse was nowhere to be found. I dashed out headed to the lift so that I could go to the 3rd floor where we had had our lunch. A few steps out, I bumped into a security officer who stopped to say hey. He introduced himself and so did I. Then he told me that he has my purse which I left on the table.

I didn’t know whether to hug him. I froze. And began rambling on and on hoping that I would get to the core of what that act meant to me, a big thank you to him.

But he stopped me and told me to go back to the conference hall since I was missing out on the meeting and he would bring the purse to me there.

I went back. But kept wondering. Is this a dream? These kind of people still do exist?

And I want to tell you that in case you’re in doubt based on what you’ve been watching on news and reading lately, yes these people are there.

At the end of the meeting, I found him outside with a book that had a record of everything that was in the purse and he needed me to go through and confirm that nothing was missing then sign to confirm receipt. Nothing was missing.

I do not know where this man comes from. I do not know whether he will be voting for NASA, Jubilee or none at all. But what I do know is that he gives me hope and his spirit defines us.

He reminds me of the powerful words of scripture that say: “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”

And that’s what I challenge you to do. Be kind. Be empathetic. At the end of the day, love is a verb. Without action, it is merely a word.


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