Was I a victim of a conman?

An old guy walks into the newest bank in town, he wants to open an account and it’s only the Manager that can assist him. So I see him.

He is one of these talkative types that can spend a whole morning shooting the breeze and says he is a big shot owning properties in various towns and cities across Kenya though his weathered looks, nondescript dressing and bad teeth don’t indicate it. I have dealt with enough old men over the years who have made heaps of money through their various business ventures at the expense of crooked or non-existent teeth. If you have so much money the least you should do is fix your teeth for crying out loud! He wants to open an account for a group of which he is the Treasurer.

He walks with a limp and has a fascinating story…………..why do guys with bad teeth have so much to say…………….. and why to me? He walks with a limp because he was involved in a serious accident on Mombasa Road a few year back as he rushed to his hotel somewhere in Machakos County where a deal worth millions was stewing awaiting his signature. This is where it gets interesting because the accident was a head on collision with a trailer and he was doing 190 km/hr!

I am no expert at these things but surviving a head on collision at 190 km/hr with a possible closing speed of over 220 km/hr between the two vehicles.....a trailer being one of them is fatal from whatever angle you call this one but I am just narrating what he told me. He gets comfortable; after all he has a rapt bank manager that wants his account and continues with his story...and by the way I didn’t bother to ask him what type of car he was driving.

He explains how after the accident his legs were badly damaged on impact but he somehow survived but was confined to a wheelchair. The experts and hospitals he visits in Kenya are not mincing their words and tell him that they need to amputate and he shall never walk again. One of the hospitals however offers him a second opinion of referring him to an Indian Hospital so long as he pays the full fee in Kenya of Kshs. 3.6 Million. By now he claims to have spent in excess of Kshs. 3 Million without any positive developments including specialists, operations and weeks in hospital recuperating from his injuries.

Long story short he finally chooses to go to India after talks with a friend and after sending his X-rays to one of the leading hospitals there for a second opinion and the Indian doctors tell him that they don’t need to amputate. They can instead do hip replacement surgery and after 4 weeks he should be able to walk again all this at a total cost of Kshs. 860K. I wish they had also told him that they could fix his teeth too for 10K. After a few months of recuperation back home in Kenya he is able to walk with the aid of a cane and now no longer requires it but the limp is permanent.

Then he gets into the reason why they need to open an account. It’s a safety net for him and 29 of his elderly friends many of whom don’t have the resources to manage a huge medical bill. They shall be contributing Kshs. 500.00 per person per day a cool Kshs. 15K for the group and need an account where they can bank this money and why not the newest bank in town. In fact, he goes on, they recently held a successful fund raiser for one of their group members who required Kshs.1.9 Million to offset medical bills after an illness and he is rushing to Nairobi for another fundraiser to try and raise the difference and, without batting an eyelid, asks me to chip in something!

That was 7 days ago, and they guy hasn’t shown up. I am not sure if he was a con man or not. I had thrown in some names of some people I know in Machakos and he had given me an elaborate history of one of them so maybe he does have a hotel in that county and he does know the people that I mentioned. My Kshs. 500.00 contribution to his harambee may have been in vain and may have gone towards buying a drink for his friends…..while laughing at the gullible bank manager, but I’d recognize him from his bad teeth any day and if he is a resident of Nanyuki our paths shall surely cross.

And that folks was my baptism as we opened for business in Nanyuki and I am now Kshs.500.00 (if truth be told it was a whooping Kshs. 1,000.00) poorer!