April 24, 2014 2 Comments
She had spent that day with my two friends and I at my home. Eva Adhiambo Oguna is a Gospel Singer, a Designer, an actress, an effusively loving single mother of four. She lives in Kariobangi. I had gotten to know her through my late friend Nashon Meshack Dwoya, who was at that time her Manager, and who had asked me to support his role by being her ‘on-site’ manager. After his death, we remained friends, and she sought my fellowship and advise as she ‘hustled’ to grow in the Arts. That particular day she was visiting me in the less developed part of Tassia, closer to Riverbank and Soweto. It had rained that week, and black cotton mud challenged movement by both man and machine.
As part of putting together her profile, we had planned a pre- photo shoot. This was mainly to gauge and advise on her style, her public image, and prepare for another shoot at a later date. We had enjoyed the day. I directed the shoot and made her up. Unknown to us, she had only Kshs 10 with her. I was also doing really badly and facing an evening of probably no dinner for my household, and she picked up on this and so did not ask if I had kshs 50 to help her get home. My friend had a car and agreed to drop her off at the main road after the shoot. She was dropped off at Fedha.
“I stood there with my box on my head, and ten shillings in my hand and wondered how I would get home. The matatu [mini-bus] touts were calling out “20 bob-20 bob!” and I smiled and silently prayed and asked God to do something. If there was ever a time for You to show up Lord, it is now. I need to get home to my children, and I need for you to provide for us food.” She hardly finished her prayer when a tout called out, directly at her “Mathe ingia na 10bob” [Mum enter with 10 shillings]. She scrambled into the matatu and was dropped off at Donholm. It was now dark, almost 7pm.
“I stood there, put the box back on my head and both my hands were on my hips” she begins laughingly. “I again appealed to God – get me home! Only You can. So please do something” She saw the biker come, turn and stop right in front of her. There were many others at the bus stop she recalls but it did not seem strange to her that he chose her.
“Madam, I think am lost. Would you know where the Kariobangi Roundabout is?” She smiled and began giving him the directions. He was unable to grasp her verbal instructions, so she said to him “If you talk to me nicely, I will take you there.”
“Please, please madam, please take me there.” Eva hoped onto the bike with her luggage, thanking God for this miracle. ‘At least I will not have such a long way to walk now.’ When they got to the roundabout he stopped and asked her “Would you know where SuperLoaf is?” She smiled again and offered to go with him – thanking God – this is even closer to home! When they got there he asked her, “Was there a fire some time back around here involving some flats? Would you know where those are? The one that was burnt the most?” She smiled…the lost stranger that she met so far away in the dark, was going all the way to her home.
“When we got there he was worried about leaving his bike unattended to call on one of my neigbours. I talked to our ‘Watchie’ [Watchman] and he agreed to take care of the bike, provided I sort him out [pay him]. I did not know how I would do that since I had no money, but also knew that I would. The man was going to 4th floor, I went with him and we knocked all the doors on that floor and all were answered except one. I knew the Mum of that house had travelled upcountry as she is a client of mine. I thought that her husband had briefly stepped out and invited the stranger into my home. There was nothing there in terms of food, and we had overdrawn from the kiosk that normally extended credit services to us. But I prayed, wanting to be a blessing to this man who had unwittingly been used of God to bless me. I sent my son down to the kiosk and he came back with two packets of milk, a loaf of bread and blueband.”
“I wanted to make ‘short tea’, ‘thick tea’ just for him, so he would be blessed for being an answer to my prayers, and that is what I did. When he finished he said to me”
“Mum, you don’t know how you have blessed me. I had had nothing to eat since morning and this being my last delivery, I had planned to go somewhere and really deal with my hunger.” He reached into his pocket and Eva stopped him “NO, NO, NO! You can’t do that. You can’t leave money in this house! It is okay. You were a blessing to us.” She sent her son downstairs to check if her neighbour had returned, and he came and said that the man of the house had been in all the time. He had been in the bathroom when they were at his door. The stranger thanked Eva and went downstairs.”
She laughs now, tears filling her eyes. “A few minutes later they were back upstairs with my neighbour’s husband. I had made some clothes for her and she had to leave before getting the money with which to pay me. She had sent the money through the biker to her husband, with the instruction that as soon as he received it, he should take out the Kshs 2,800 ‘to the lady upstairs on 7th floor.’ Vip, that is our God…who sees you without and makes provision. My children now had food!”
My household had sat listening to her through this, stunned. We had just been studying Mathew 25 and 26 and discussing how being ready for God sometimes meant going out of your way to attend to someone’s need when yours was more pressing. She had just dropped in to hug me, to see my new place as she was recording in a studio nearby. She was with a group and had to run immediately after sharing this story. I confirmed that she had fare this time and we all agreed that God had planned this story to be exactly as it turned out. What a hug this was….
‘When saw we Thee a stranger, and took Thee in? Or naked, and clothed Thee?…And The King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you. Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’