and then there was the time..

and then there was the time david sent me to the coast, to mombasa, to interview the director of the entity that imported all the tools for the civil service, pencils, paper, erasers, paper clips, etc. i was supposed to ask the head of theunit how many kenyans were in the unit and what positions they held. well, being 27 years old and being in mombasa i spent most of the time on the beach. when i went to interview the head of the agency i did not have the courage to ask him the questions david insisted i ask, i did not push him. when i returned to nairobi, david asked me just one question, do we know how many kenyans had been hired and at what positions to which i had no answer. i felt as if i was seven years old and placed in a corner with a dunce hat on. david said nothing. nothing. he knew i knew i had messed up and he knew he did not need to pursue my uncomfortableness any further. i would never make that error again.