In 1989, I finished high school and a few months later she became ill and died. I had nothing to be happy about as I had lost my grandmother who was a great friend in my life. My cousin, Joshua, who was working in Eldoret, Kenya, was the only one in our family who could help with the funeral expenses. Having been the best friend to my grandmother, I was the one who needed to go to look for Joshua, even though I had never been there before.
As we travelled I was in the last seat next to the door where the conductor sits. I was asked to move over for a certain passenger who had reached his destination. I prayed for this stranger, thinking about how he would soon be stepping into the darkness.
Then to my great surprise, there was my cousin, Joshua! He had been prompted to come to the passenger stop to meet a friend who had not turned up. After talking to each other for a short time, I said to the conductor, “My journey is over.” He asked me, “Are you not the one who kept asking me where you should go to find someone of your family?” I said “Yes, but he is the one I was searching for,” as I pointed to Joshua. Overwhelmed with tears of happiness, we both hugged each other and started the journey together to his house.
When I broke the bad news that our grandmother had passed, he was left with no words. He then said to me, “Fred, I know that our grandmother is no longer living on the earth with us, but she is helping us, for finding each other tonight did not happen by accident.”