As people strode into the eagerly awaited meeting, I stood at a distance, taking in the excitement that this day always brought to our members. Some entered with hopeful anticipation, eager to confirm that their eggs were in a good basket. Others scanned the room cautiously, seeking the slightest hint of instability—ready to pull out before their funds could sink into the swallowing sand. But I had no worries. I could bet a thousand times over that they would never see that day in KCS Sacco.
The usual energy filled the room, led by the jovial women who attended this occasion with all the charm and confidence they could muster—stronger than before. This time, I noticed new faces, eager and curious. At the registration desk, they flocked in, thrilled by the tradition of free entry on this special day. They approached me, one by one, each greeting me warmly. I could sense their pride in the Sacco and its staff, and with every handshake and smile, my faith in our mission was reborn. Yes, we were meant to soar high.
As members took their posts to register their presence—ensuring they wouldn’t miss the transport allowance—I continued ushering others in. Then, a sight caught my eye. A boy in a school uniform walked in. Unlike the others who had come for the scholarship awards, something about him stood out. His uniform was worn beyond imagination—tattered, threadbare. His head was bent low, avoiding eye contact, but I could tell—he was handsome. Yet, his posture spoke volumes. Lack had stolen his confidence, forcing him into the shadows of shame for something beyond his control.
He walked in beside his mother, their presence quiet but heavy with meaning. As they approached, I smiled in reassurance, silently letting them know they were welcome here. When I led him to the front—where the students’ reserved seats were—I felt a pang of sorrow. I worried he might see this as a walk of shame, stepping onto the red carpet that lined the pathway. But deep inside, I knew—the same feet that carried him today would one day walk him through a path of honor. I saw beyond the moment. I saw a leader being molded in the anguish of poverty. A young man whose story was about to change.
I didn’t know why, but I was convinced—something was shifting. The universe was conspiring for his destiny.
As he sat down, I could sense the yearning in his eyes. Not for the scholarship, not for recognition—but simply to disappear. To escape the watchful eyes around him. I walked away quietly, secretly hoping he wouldn’t slip out.
The event unfolded like a well-written book—more beautiful, more inspiring with each passing moment. Later, someone would describe it as a work of art.
Then, after the scholarship awards had been issued, a quiet but urgent signal called me to the front stage, where the board of management sat. A whisper reached my ear:
“Please ensure that young man has everything he needs for his uniform.”
A blessed soul had lacked peace at the sight of the young man. A week later, we would be seen at the stores, happily fitting uniforms and shoes. Who knows when he last wore a new pair?
No one else knew, but my heart raced. My eyes welled up.
I told you—the universe was conspiring.
God was making something beautiful. The introduction of the sponsorship program was already taking root. One child’s life was changing today, but this was just the beginning.
As the seven scholarship recipients sat proudly holding their certificates, I allowed myself to dream. I saw a future unfolding. I saw KCS Sacco, not just as a financial institution, but as a force for change—filled to capacity with students whose lives had been rewritten because of this very moment.
Long live KCS Sacco. It has changed the destiny of many—and now, it will shape the future of even more.