A year ago, I would have scoffed if someone had told me that I would be overseeing a government procurement for millions of shillings. I knew nothing except rejection back then. All of my business proposals, tenders, and knocks on doors were either politely denied, ignored or closed. It reached a stage when I began to doubt my value. I believed I was doing everything correctly. I had the appropriate contacts, the right documentation, and even some spare cash to help out if needed.
However, the last step was always stopped by something. Either my offers would be turned down without a reason, or the papers I submitted would vanish out of thin air. In the meantime, tenders were being won by individuals with less expertise. It was illogical. My cousin came to see me one evening when I was at home dealing with my irritation. He was aware of my difficulties and enquired casually whether I had ever thought about seeking spiritual guidance for my circumstances. I sneered. What do you mean by a witch doctor? I enquired… CONTINUE READING
