RE: The Self-inflicted Guilt -
11-10-2002, 05:44 PM
I stopped walking, looked at the woman sympathetically and stretched my hands towards the woman. She accepted my hands and lifted herself up with my support. She gave me a hug and said an overwhelming thank you. She claimed it was her fault. The song had performed magic, Phew!!!
As I headed towards the door, I regained my mental flux. I thought it would be wise to notify somebody about what I was about to do. I picked the company phone and called my buddy before heading out.
In a dramatic swift of things, the directions were more clearer to me than usual. I always have to miss one or two turns, which was not the case that particular time. I found the building where CIS was located. I entered the building, which had two offices adjacent to each other behind the waiting area. The office to my left had an old short woman while the one to the right had a 50s year old man. Both were on phone.
I threw my eyes across the wall on the waiting area and saw a license showing certified private legal investigating company. Just at the corner next to the old womans office was a cabinet with security uniforms. Visible from the womans office was a case of firearms.
The woman was the first to come out of the phone. She asked if she could be of any help to me. I said that I was there to pick up a mail. The man on the phone heard me and responded loudly from his office that he had the mail that I should sit and wait for him. I could not hear exactly what he was talking about over the phone but I over-heard just one sentence fully. Sorry, you will have to go to jail.
He took about five minutes, which to me was like one hour. When he finally came out of the phone, he picked up three documents from his table and approached me at the waiting area. One document had my picture on it and another one was a sealed white envelope with only my full name handwritten on it, no address. The third document, which he made me sign, had delivery day, time and a place for my signature. He did not utter a word.
I could not wait to open the mail. On the first line, was You have been sued and the final sentence was saying that I had twenty days to send my written consent, phone call would not help me at all. I was strongly advised to seek help of an attorney as soon as I could.
I went back to my office wondering what to do next. I perused through the local yellow pages for attorneys. After several failed attempts of phone calls, I finally managed to get through to one. He asked me to describe the problem.
At that moment, I went back to the letter carefully and discovered that it was sent to 50 people with all the names listed on it. It was mentioning the ability of the xyz insurance company to pay us (the beneficiaries) only $2,000.00 each for the fraud committed by their client. It was therefore requesting the court to validate the pay.
Once again, Yoyote iliwezekana bila Moi.
While I was busy trying to prove myself not guilty, someone had already offended me without my knowledge. Nonetheless, I found myself guilty of so many offences without any bit of interrogation, a reason why I know I would go to heaven only at the mercy of God but not on the account of my purity.
"Shida"
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