My China story-Part 2

Thank you everyone for taking time to read my story on my previous blog…we continue this week.

China gave me an experience that no class or training would have given me and that is to totally and dependently rely on GOD in all circumstances and situations that life throws at you.

Two weeks after our arrival,things changed for the worst; first off we started having one meal a day and we would spend the whole day exploring the markets around the City we were in(something that am grateful for)for I now know,when I am make my next trip to China,ill know where to go to. Anyway,we would make calls home to request for money to help us survive. I remember this day that we didn’t have enough money to buy food and we survived on strong tea(strungi) and three small buns and I asked God why He allowed me to leave my country home (Kenya) to suffer in a foreign country! But this season taught me to seek God more and pray even more.

After another week of empty promises from the agent, we got a call that an opportunity had come up and two of us had to travel to a different city for the same.I took a 30 hour train ride and to tell you the truth,i have never been that tired and exhausted my whole life.Funny part is the glances i’d get from my fellow passengers, they were really intriguing as they have probably never come across a ‘ dark’ person in their lifetime.I made a friend whom i’d say was God sent cause he really helped me in maneuvering around the city after arrival.

Upon arrival,I called my contact person and to my surprise, she stated that there were no jobs available! However, she would refer me to a contact whom she thought had jobs available.

I went to Mc donalds (my first time being in that establishment ) and i cried my heart out, many thoughts ran through my mind and I wondered how one could do such a thing to a person.In the middle of my crying moments, i got a call from a nigerian guy who ended up being rude to me but eventually he asked me to proceed to his house. I was overjoyed when I met some fellow Kenyan in the same house but the down side was, there was no electricity and the winter season was beginning (I had to shower with really cold water 😢). The nigerian guy sat me down and told me that indeed there were no jobs and our agent had played games on us and I had to make my way back to where I’d come from the next day. I broke down..and went to the room I had been allocated to. I cried till I slept.

The next day, I woke up prepared and left. Upon arrival at the train station, I called my agent to inform him of the ordeal, I was so angry at him and vented to him for 20mins and I hang up. I remember telling him that I need a solution in the next 20 minutes but it ended up being a whole day of waiting,during this time I was spending time between Mc donalds and KFC (without really having to spend money) as I waited for the agent to book my ticket back to Yiwu city. This was very risky, for if you are found idling in the streets, you will have a case to answer.

At about 5.00pm, I called the agent after making so many calls during the day, and he informed me that he was not able to get me a ticket but he’s looking for money to send me so that I get to book a hotel for the night, which he eventually did to my relief. I withdrew the money and started looking for hotels but then they could not book me in as I didn’t have my passport with me. This was about 6.30pm and I remember standing in the streets and I broke down and I asked God for a miracle. Indeed God is truly amazing; after saying that prayer, I met a couple that was passing by and I greeted them (for I had learnt a bit of Chinese) and God used them to help me. We were communicating with our phones where I’d type something in English and it would translate into Chinese. The couple helped me till I got a solution and that was to go back to the nigerian guy.

To be continued …

Blessings!!