Wicknell Chivayo and his wife Lucy are to be buried without their heads.
Family says the Marondera helicopter crash and fire left the remains so badly destroyed that the skulls were never recovered. Thur, Glen Forest. No viewing.
When I say karma is real, this is what I mean
🙏🏾 I am urgently seeking help from anyone who knows or has dealt with Kamaa of Top Sea Consolidators, Guangzhou, China 🇨🇳 — +86 195 8480 6495.
I trusted Kamaa with one simple assignment: to arrange freight for two 40-foot containers carrying machinery I had purchased in China.
His role was purely to arrange the freight booking.
The containers were booked, loaded and shipped. When he requested payment for the freight, I paid him USD 10,000, believing that the shipping charges had been fully settled.
He was then to send me the Bill of Lading documentation after receiving the payments which I would us to prepare for clearance of the cargo in Kenya.
What happened afterwards has left me shocked and financially distressed.
When the containers arrived in Kenya and I received notification from COSCO Shipping, as the named consignee, I discovered that the freight forwarder was claiming that payment had not been made to them.
Even more disturbing, I am now being told that my two containers have become entangled in a wider dispute involving alleged debts arising from Kamaa’s other shipping and consolidation business.
These are debts and private arrangements that I knew absolutely nothing about and was never a party to.
From the information now being given to me, Kamaa apparently works through a Chinese intermediary, Guangzhou Jieyun Supply Chain Co., Ltd., while another company, Qingdao Baihuaying International Freight Forwarder Co., Ltd., appears within the COSCO freight chain.
I am further being told that credit arrangements may have existed between these parties and Kamaa in relation to other shipments connected to his consolidation business.
If that is correct, then my biggest question is simple:
Why should machinery belonging to my company be held as security for private debts allegedly arising from business arrangements between other parties?
My shipping documents are very clear.
The shipper is my machinery manufacturer, and the consignee is Floor Decor Kenya Limited.
Kamaa is neither the shipper nor the consignee.
Apart from introducing or linking me to the freight arrangement, there is nothing on my shipping documents showing that he owns this machinery or this consignment.
Yet today, I am watching two containers carrying expensive machinery belonging to my company sit at the port while demurrage and other charges continue accumulating every single day.
What makes the situation even more frustrating is that COSCO Shipping in China and their agents in Mombasa appear to be distancing themselves from the dispute and referring me back to third-party forwarding agents, leaving me caught in the middle.
The painful part is that I have even offered to pay the freight again directly, despite already having paid USD 10,000, simply so that my machinery can be released.
I never imagined that engaging someone only to arrange freight could leave me fighting to recover machinery that I purchased and paid for myself.
I am therefore urgently appealing to anyone who:
• Knows Kamaa personally
• Has dealt with Top Sea Consolidators
• Has previously shipped cargo through him
• Has dealt with these freight-forwarding companies
• Or has any genuine information that may help resolve this matter
Please inbox me privately.
This machinery represents a major investment for my company, and every additional day of delay is causing serious financial loss.
If this matter cannot be resolved commercially, my final option will be to seek urgent intervention from the High Court of Kenya through its admiralty jurisdiction for protection and release of the cargo.
🙏🏾 Any genuine assistance, contact or useful information will be deeply appreciated.
@MaryK2022 The forceful approach is what I find wrong. Traceability of animal ancestry remains a key factor in marketing of animal products and should be encouraged as a way of farmers getting more value from their livestock. It might also be a good way to help widen the tax base
@kijomba1@lucychepkosgei Hey @kijomba1 what tweet were you replying to? I came across one about a person who's been frustrated by 3 kenyan universities, while applying for a doctorate, and I just can't seem to find it anymore. Could it be the one that was deleted?
Back when I was herding my father's animals in the village, Sunday afternoons were the quietest days, unsullied by the sporadic human voices rending the air the rest of the week.
It was ever so still you'd hear the hissing in the dancing sugarcane canopies, the crack of fallen sticks when rodents scurried past. Even the cows knew not to moo. And the sheep, worn down by the week's adventures and afternoon heat, sat under the tree to chew cud, never once bleating. Not even the trains, which screeched the tracks every two hours, passed.
It was just... quiet.
And it was intoxicating, so calming - that stillness. Man and nature in a perfect, soundless symphony. For a moment, the world stopped moving and just breathed. Like it, too, was resting: an ode to the week gone, a rejuvenating nap for the week ahead.
I'd sit in the next tree's shade, pull out my novel, and immerse in the thrills of worlds far yonder. Two delinquents ran the expanse of the Mississippi river, wreaking all manner of havoc along the way; a horse told of its struggles across English farms, and a crooked captain with a hook for an arm pursued a rather resourceful boy. There was always a new wonder to unravel, a new mystery to solve.
Later, Atieno would join me in her favorite Sunday dress, and together we'd walk the sheep down to the river. They escape me now but the things I said must have been very funny. She was always laughing, that lover of mine. Always bent forward, hand on her stomach, tremor in her shoulders.
At the river, we'd pick tiny rocks and hurl them across the surface, watching them bounce off the water until they came to a complete stop. We chased after dragonflies and laughed awkwardly when we tripped and fell on each other. When the sheep had their fill, we made for the hills, and counted the cars on the road below us.
It's a funny thing childhood, that one never lives it until they are old, and by then memory is all you can reclaim. It is very possible that mine betrays me, that I could be exaggerating; but I only do so because I was utterly and completely happy.
Today, I find myself in this jungle I so longed for. A cold,concrete behemoth, with blaring speakers every five steps, to distract us from the wretchedness that has become our lives. If we are left too long to our own devices, we might remember the stillness of the Sunday afternoon many moons ago - the hiss in the sugarcane canopies, the laughter of rambanya, the one with the gap between her teeth, the rustling leaves, the thud of the rocks on the water surface - and burn this entire city down.
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