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The Meeting

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An insurance guy is coming over to our office. He’s coming to sell an insurance policy because that’s what an insurance guy would be coming to do if they were to come to your office. We’ve never met him. All we know is that he’s called Kevin. So mysterious, “the unveiling of Kevin.” Most insurance guys come with a laptop bag and many documents printed out, some in very small print that only an owl would read. But owls don’t need insurance so we are on our own in the face of the fine print. Most wear dark suits and have branded pens. Most smile, that same smile that doctors give you just before they inject you. A smile that says, ‘this might sting a little but you will be glad I did it later because it’s for your own good.” Some come in high heels and skirt suits and call you “dear” and if they have known you for a while they will upgrade you and call you “dearest.” There is always a calculator on the body of an insurance person and when they remove it, their fingers blur over the keys when they punch numbers so fast even an owl can not follow. Most are good with math, even though not all of them were good in math in high school. Math is their bread. Most have a sheets with rows and columns with many numbers. They use words like “subrogation” and “omnibus clause,” which sort of reminds you of the Tv program, “Neighbours Omnibus.” Most have mastered the art of small talk; the first minute of a phone conversation will be something like, “How is biashara, dearest?….it is….I’m telling you…but things will always get better….imagine…..and how are the kids? Did the youngest finally stop wetting the bed?….God is great….now, dearest, when can I pass by for a catch up?….of course….yes, that’s okay with me…thursday it is….11:25am is perfect.Ok, my dear, you stay safe. Bye. Be blessed.”

Fred is wearing happy socks because it’s a happy day. I’m telling him, “Are you going to go for this gala tonight in your African bowtie?” His company – Belva Digital – has just made it into KPMG’s Top 100 SMEs, a great leap from the dark one-roomed dungeon we used to squat in to the big table of KPMG. I know about the bowtie because he only wears it when a) he’s going to schmooze with an important client and b) to an evening shindig where people wear tuxedos and hold their drinks with serviettes. I don’t envy him.

“The dress code is black and gold,” he says, “do you always avoid these events because you don’t have a suit or anything gold?”

“Boss, I have a suit. But it’s for funerals,” I say.

“What time did you say this guy is coming?” He looks at his watch. Kevin has a slot for 9am but it’s now knocking 9:13am. Fred has a 9:45 am after. I have to go pick up my passport from the French embassy. We – like everybody else in this town – have things to do. I make some tea and sip it as I look at emails. Fred is chuckling at some meme. Outside we can hear the sound of a ballast mixer and hollering construction workers in the next compound, another storeyed building that the world doesn’t need is mushrooming.

At 9:21am we are informed that Kevin has finally arrived.

Kevin is tinkering with his laptop when we walk in the boardroom. He has come with a partner/ sidekick, a lady called Eddah. She’s petite. She doesn’t say much. She has a file with papers and a phone. We can’t see any calculators, yet. There is a time for calculators.

Here is what Kevin doesn’t say. Kevin doesn’t say, “Gentlemen, forgive me but when I was coming here a buffalo suddenly appeared from nowhere and rammed into the side of my car. I drive a small car because I’m all about protecting the environment, so my car flipped, rolled twice and tossed everything out in the process, my gym bag, my lip balm, my maasai rungu, my ego, everything. But this is the price we pay for living in Africa, you never know when a wild animal will charge at you when you are rushing for a meeting, right? It was terrifying to say the beast… uhm sorry, to say the least. Anyway, that’s why I’m late and I’m so sorry for that. But look here are some cookies as a peace offering. [Retrieves cookies he bought downstairs from the supermarket] My grandmother made them, they are her special cookies. They are believed to prolong life but also help with indigestion, which I might have caused by my lateness, hahaha.”

We would have laughed, nibbled his cookies and asked if the buffalo is okay. Then asked if the grandmother is still alive or she had baked them en masse before passing and all the grandchildren were each given 300 pieces as inheritance to last them a few years.

Kevin doesn’t say that. Instead, he kicks off the meeting like you would try start an old Volkswagen beetle that hasn’t been driven in months. He says, “Uhm, thanks for agreeing to meet us, I’m Kevin and this is Eddah. [Obama pause]. I don’t know how much you know about this new product that we call the Critical Illness Cover…”

And off this old Kevin jalopy gets on the road, chugging and billowing black smoke behind. He’s started on the wrong foot, the room can tell. When you are late you can never start on the right footing, not when you don’t come with grandma cookies or a beautiful story that makes people either laugh or reach out for your hand [ladies] and ask you earnestly, “are you okay?”

I know Fred’s temperament; if he comes to a meeting of this nature with his laptop, a meeting that requires only his ear, then I know he’s got one foot out that room and he’s probably thinking of his African bowtie. I sit at the head of the table, Fred sits to my right, back to the door, Eddah sits opposite him, to my immediate left and Kevin and his laptop sit a chair down the table to Eddah’s left.

They are from UAP/ Old Mutual Group. Old friends.

You have to be sorry for Kevin. If he isn’t feeling the cold temperature of the room he doesn’t show it, he ploughs on, his feet crunching on ice, telling us about critical illness and why it’s important that we consider taking this cover for the eventuality. The difference between this cover and a medical cover, he tells us, is that they pay you the full sum assured as soon as you are diagnosed. They don’t pay the hospital, or your spouse, or next of kin, they hand you every last red cent to do whatever you want to do with it. That catches Fred’s attention. I see him stir slightly in his seat. You can pay a monthly, quarterly, bi monthly or yearly premium of anything from 1K a month to 15K a month.

“What do you consider critical illness?” Fred asks. He’s like Bill Clinton or Henry Kissinger; he can multitask. He can study a spreadsheet, listen to a podcast and listen to a presentation. I, on the other hand, is like Mr Bean, I can do only one thing at a time but even with that one thing I will still get distracted. Kevin lists off the critical illnesses; stroke, cancer, open heart surgery, aortic surgery, major organ transplant, heart attack, accidental brain damage, Parkinson’s, dementia, kidney failure, paralysis, coma, multiple sclerosis, motor neuron disease, connective tissue disease…

“Dementia and Parkinson’s is something grey haired people like Biko would get,” Fred quips with a smile. Eddah laughs. Kevin chuckles. I don’t think it’s that funny. I refuse to laugh, but because today is Fred’s big date with KPMG, I chuckle so as not to ruin this red-letter day.

Truth is, because we are healthy (or healthy looking) we all imagine that they can never get into a coma or get paralysed, or get our cars gored by a buffalo and roll and we get brain damaged or have kidney failure because we are (considerably) young and our parents pray for us and we own a rosary. But then when shit hits the fan and we are forced to make posters for a funds drive and put it up on Facebook and all our friends rally and contribute to a MPesa number and we go to India or we pay some of the money to ICU and we make it or we die. But one day our friends will stop caring and contributing because there will be lethargy towards such initiatives because cancer would have come to most of our doorsteps and so it will be each man for themselves. Because I think cancer is only just warming up, doing stretches and all.

“Guys, unfortunately I have to run for another meeting,” Fred says picking up his laptop. I suspect he wants to finish his meetings early so that he can go soak in a bathtub, slide into his suit and bowtie and go sit at the table of kings and queens. His company just got into the top 100 companies, he doesn’t want to hear about open heart surgeries, that’s for old greying people like me. He’d rather sit at a table with Mama Zenani (that’s his boss) and sip whisky with other chosen business nobles. Which is a shame because he missed the point where Kevin and Eddah turned the meeting around and the room warmed up with laughs and numbers were crunched and we talked about children and boyfriend who support their women who have had double mastectomy.

As Fred darts out of the room, Eddah takes over the oar and starts talking about cancer stats in Kenya and talks about how one might find themselves in problems when they find out in their hour of need that cancer was not covered or if it is there is a clause called sublimit for such cases. I say, “What do you mean?” She explains that, say you have an inpatient cover of 10 million but your sublimit only allows you to get 1 million cover. Which means there are tons of you out there imagining that since you have a cover of 10 million or even 5million that’s the full amount you are covered for, but it’s not. There is an animal called sublimit. I say, “What?!” She asks who my provider is and she pulls out the category of my cover and, yes, I’m not covered for the full amount based on my sublimit should I get cancer or some terminal illness. “Always get an agent who walks you through the fine print,” she smirks.

Then she tells me about her sister who had a double mastectomy but who was lucky that she had NHIF pay for almost everything in post-cancer care which is the most cost. I say, “NHIF? Really?” This is something Fred will never know because he’s off to soak his feet in a bathtub. She says, “The product is called Enhanced NHIF cover, with outpatient going to up to 1M and inpatient 10M. This is probably the best medical cover invented and good thing is that it works. You can only get it as a part of a recognised entity like a chama or corporate. Get it if you can, it helped my sister immensely.”

I thought, the Government of Kenya works!

The way I see it, we are all in this big ship. The captain, a man with a big salt and pepper beard and a big leather belt circling his girth has said that the journey will be long and the weather ahead is going to get treacherous so please wear a life jacket, fellas. But in the ship are chaps who don’t entirely believe that the sea is going to get rough ahead and if anyone dies it won’t be them. So they use their life jackets as pillows. They drink wine and dance on the deck. Some sunbath in yellow bikinis, applying sunscreen and drinking margaritas. But the storm could be coming or it could be a smooth sail, nobody knows what the sea holds. But when the storm comes, those with life jackets have a better chance of surviving.

“How is your sister handling not having both breasts?”

“She got prosthetic breasts, but obviously it’s not easy. The tough part is the chemo, it’s poison, basically, and it changes your moods and your body. Thankfully now she’s functioning well, she even goes to work,” she says. “But the thing with cancer is that there is always a chance of a relapse and so I see how she lives her life. She appreciates each day she’s healthy, she lives it to the fullest because you never know what will happen tomorrow, you can wake up and go straight to ICU because often when the cancer relapses it comes back with a vengeance.”

“It comes back pissed off,” I say. “It comes back thinking, ‘Oh, you think you can scare me with chemo?’” Kevin chuckles.

“Is she married, kids?” I ask her.

“She has a boyfriend. He has been very supportive,” she says. “Some men just take off when you lose your breasts. Which is fine, I wouldn’t want a man like that.”

Me neither, I think to myself.

“Are you married?” I ask her. She laughs and looks at Kevin as if Kevin is the priest who officiated the wedding.

“No,” she says.

“Are you married, Kevin?”

“Yes. One kid.”

“How old are you Kevin?”

“I’m 33.”

“And you, Eddah?”

She laughs and says, “A lady never says her age.”

“If she looks good, she does,” I say. She asks me to guess and I say, 28- years, because when a woman asks you her age and she looks a certain age, you quickly subtract five years from it. So she looks just about Kevin’s age.

She laughs and says, “42.”

I say, “Noooo!”

She says, “Yup!”

“Lies!” I say.

We all agree in the room that she doesn’t look 42-years. She looks like they went to school with Kevin. I ask them if they have taken this cover they are selling ama they are just peddling something they have been sent to sell. “You know, back in the day our parents never took insurance, they educated us hoping that we would take care of them in old age.” Eddah says. “But now we don’t educate our children in the hope that they will help us. We make other plans for our retirement that will make us least dependent on our children’s help.”

I nod vigorously like we are in parliament. It’s almost sycophantic. The air in the room is now warm. Kevin is no longer in ice. We are laughing and talking about life and it’s eventualities. They are telling me stuff I didn’t know about insurance and I’m liking them and honestly thinking about this cover. Eddah saves the day and she does it without cookies. At the end of the meeting, they give me their business cards UAP Old Mutual cards with titles like, “Broker Relationship Manager” and “Sales Manager.” I don’t have a business card. I’m in jua kali, we just read out our phone numbers.

I realise that we didn’t offer them tea. Which makes us look bad. Because people like being offered tea even if they don’t want tea. It feels nice to be asked if you would like a cuppa. We never got cookies from the chaps from UAP Old Mutual, but we learnt about sublimit and critical illness cover and most importantly, as a peace offering Kevin gave me his pen, a corporate branded pen that writes very well. You can tell a company from the type of merchandise they make. And even if we never do business, we never take this cover, I will look at this pen and it will remind me of the day a buffalo almost ruined our meeting.

67 Responses
  • No3drug
    27.11.2018

    Nice piece as always.. I’ve been waiting for long

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  • TheBlackKennedy
    27.11.2018

    What.!!!???

    So, the government of Kenya really works?

    Who would have thought….

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    • Cathy
      27.11.2018

      NHIF is the best cover there is. Very minimal fine print and it works for all, no discrimination.

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      • Catherine Nyambura
        28.11.2018

        I’ve heard great things about NHIF. I’m so glad I have my mum on it.

      • Nna
        28.11.2018

        NHIF indeed works. I’ve seen it pay for my grandparents treatments and surgery. We only had to top up very little.

  • Wesh - Peter Wesh
    27.11.2018

    Ah! Look at Fred out there conquering the world. Even attending meetings with bowties and suits. I bet he will soon not interact with you normal people that are not among the Top 100 SMEs. He will throw that fact in most conversations now. Someone in a Whatsapp group he is in will say, “Jana I was in Macha na nilikam na maembe fam. Ukiwa hizi side pitia ukule”. Fred will type, “That reminds me of mango juice nilikunywa meeting flani ya KPMG when my company was among the Top 100”. Nobody will type anything after that. Or someone will follow that conversation a day later with a betting slip with ‘sure’ bets for the weekend.

    Did you take the insurance? Insurance people as smooth talkers. Smoother than baby bums. They will make you take a cover even for your cat. And the number of customized products they have are wider than life. I will not be surprised if in 2019 Old Mutual announces a cover for specific body parts. Then they will approach you to cover your forehead from the perils of this life.

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    • flo
      27.11.2018

      And did you know that Biko is one of the top 25 men in digital? #Digitalk

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      • Ray
        28.11.2018

        and now we can see chocolate man’s forehead

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      • Nelly
        28.11.2018

        Number one! Whooop!

    • Johnny
      01.12.2018

      Hahahahaha funny guy

  • Bumble Bee
    27.11.2018

    For a while now, I’ve wanted to take an nhif cover since I’m also in the just Kali industry, I would have to practice some form of discipline to be true to it. And now with that enhanced cover, it just got more attractive. Like a first date with a guy then you find out he also thinks people shouldn’t wear brown and black and he’s funny. 100% more attractive. Even his teeth will seem whiter.

    I did get the medical cover with mpesa though, it’s called MTIBA, you know safaricom have ventured into everything. Before you know it they will have a good joint. Do you I think this cover is the best? I don’t know truly, it’s barely insurance, it’s more like Saving up money for the event that you get sick. It works still.

    Congratulations Fred!!!

    Maybe you both can do a post on the advantages of starting a business from the very scratch? Unsure, undecided, scared, scarred?
    I would love that.

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    • Bree
      28.11.2018

      Go for the NHIF cover

    • Irine
      05.12.2018

      That would be better,I mean starting a business from scratch

    • Jacinta
      17.12.2018

      Please go for the NHIF cover. MTIBA …. well, as you said, it is just saving.

  • S. Njagi
    27.11.2018

    Learnt something, sublimity & critical illness cover.
    About that made up Kevin’s grandmother…, crazy ideas.

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  • Moses Sila
    27.11.2018

    A big shift from last week. The anchoring is a bit fluid but i enjoyed the piece

  • Bittok
    27.11.2018

    Good read. The governments works in some sector. Congratulations Fred!!

  • Kevin
    27.11.2018

    I am sorry we were late, I also came with mugs as a peace offering. Thanks for sharing the importance of having cover and I hope it’s helpful to someone out there

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    • Shiro
      27.11.2018

      Does your grandma make cookies though?

      • Kevin Gatonye
        28.11.2018

        Sadly she doesn’t…she is from a different era

  • John Paul Gichuru
    27.11.2018

    I must say the biggest reveal of this piece has to be the Enhanced NHIF Cover. That has come as a shock to me too.

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  • Mans Not Kevin
    27.11.2018

    I am sorry we were late, I also came with mugs as a peace offering. Thanks for sharing the importance of having cover and I hope it’s helpful to someone out there

  • Drums Beats
    27.11.2018

    First, congratulations to Fred. His is a story of from zero to counting more zero’s. A make it or make it kind of story. Soar higher Fred. And don’t let Jacko bring you down with stories of what you missed. I wouldn’t sit in a meeting with Kevin when he didn’t even blame a boffalo for lateness when I have a KMPG gala later on either.

    Second, Jacko, no tea for Kevin when he forgot the cookies. And the next time I’m late for a meeting, I am taking cookies and using that boffalo analogy. I’ll say my granny hand baked those cookies as if she had a premonitions of the boffalo incident.

    Third, I learnt a thing or two about insurance and critical illnesses.

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    • Unknown Warrior
      27.11.2018

      Hehehehe… LOL

  • Gathonie
    27.11.2018

    Reading this article as a ‘stakeholder’ in the insurance industry literally leaves me on the floor. Walking calculators? Branded pens? A lot of papers and a laptop bag?

    Anyway, am glad NHIF is working.
    Reports from last years insurance industry show how people are literally being fleeced by private medical companies. Embrace NHIF, people.
    It is only KES 500 per month.

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  • Lillian
    27.11.2018

    Baba Segi’s wives, from your book list.

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  • Malaika
    27.11.2018

    I am going to read the fine print of my cover, now. of sublimit and such jargon.

    Congratulations to Fred..

  • I ask them if they have taken this cover they are selling ama they are just peddling something they have been sent to sell. “You know, back in the day our parents never took insurance, they educated us hoping that we would take care of them in old age.” Eddah says. “But now we don’t educate our children in the hope that they will help us. We make other plans for our retirement that will make us least dependent on our children’s help.”

    The million-dollar question is “Have they taken the cover themselves?”
    From the long roundabout answer they gave, the answer is “Noppity-nope..
    Why should we get it? If the folks selling it don’t have the trust in it to take it out themselves. In the face of sijui buffaloes, dementia or Parkinson’s disease?

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  • Kay
    27.11.2018

    Ok i honestly scrolled through most of this bcoz 1.am at a training and I really should be paying attention
    2.Biko u can influence me into running a Stan chart marathon. Buying a good book or trying a good whiskey. But insurance. Ummmmm

    • Martin
      28.11.2018

      Unfortunately most of the sales persons cannot even afford what they sell. They just present what they’ve been told works!

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  • Edna
    27.11.2018

    Very educative read. We take good health for granted so we fail to plan for some eventualities. Wake up call for me.

  • Wambui
    27.11.2018

    Hahaha the buffalo is innocent

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  • clif the tall
    27.11.2018

    Fred, Congratulations Boss!

    I have resonated with this piece. Immediately after Uni, I got an opportunity to work with Old Mutual. I heard that they were paying some few thousands as retainer and that was my motivation. I applied and i got in. We were referred to as Financial Advisers. We were to target affluent customers. In my wildest dreams i had never thought that one day i would ever sell insurance. I had heard stories of how an insurance agent would go into an office and immediately as you are about to start talking, he would be pointed to a notice in the wall written Insurance guys not allowed beyond this point.

    My first day was great. They cooked for us to welcome us to the elite team. I was excited my friends. Food as flowing like water. That week nothing much happened. It was all good. Orientations here and there. Second week we went to the field. My friends, It is not easy. Went to see this guy and he told me. ” mimi naishi kwa neema ya mungu. Pesa yangu hamkuli. ” Hehe.

    After a month, i failed to convince a single customer. All i got were promises after promises. Back in the office, my manager’s favorite words were, “when you get a few minutes …” “in your spare time …” “when you’re freed-up … “I have an opportunity for you …” “Communication is something your “group” is having problems with… . ” ” Close down the deal. ” She never wanted to hear stories. She was on my neck for deals. It was depressing for me.

    Long story short, Insurance selling ain’t a joke. It is not for the faint hearted. I waited for my three months retainer to end and fired myself before being fired.

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  • Bob
    27.11.2018

    Did Biko just sell us insurance?

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  • Judy
    27.11.2018

    Insurance… hoaxes through and through. Ati Sub-limit? Warissthhhat??? Why put 10m in my face and then cover me for less? Who does that?

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  • Xhernie
    27.11.2018

    Poor buffalo, he was only hurrying up to go on a date.

  • Winnie Muchiri
    27.11.2018

    I have had to call my insurance company to find out about sublimits in our cover.

  • Omollo
    27.11.2018

    I thought today Biko would give me Paris. I thought today his Kanyadhiang’ charms would have lured her to his heated rooms on the 70th floor of the hotel; that he’d have led her to the balcony to look down on Eiffel Tower down below,freezing in the desolate weather; that he’d finally managed to conviced her to sit on the edge of his bed, and slipped off her layers of fur to reveal the two strands of hair on her left breast… and the heart shaped tattoo on her bum…

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  • abdullah omar
    27.11.2018

    You can tell a company from the type of merchandise they make. same with bloggers and white they write

  • Lesaso
    27.11.2018

    i didn’t expect a story about a meeting, with insurance brokers nonetheless to be this interesting

  • Merci
    27.11.2018

    NHIF works, covers my Dad’s twice a week dialysis sessions.

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  • Eneth
    27.11.2018

    Nice piece, I’ve learnt a couple of things here and there including how cookies can save a day.

    Kumbe, The Government works in some sector!

  • berina
    27.11.2018

    Several sentences made me smile. I look for humour in most articles.

    “they will upgrade you and call you “dearest.”

    – when I was coming here a buffalo suddenly appeared from nowhere and rammed into the side of my car.

    – he kicks off the meeting like you would try start an old Volkswagen beetle that hasn’t been driven in months.”

    I have learnt a lot though.

  • Evelyn
    27.11.2018

    Interesting and insightful read. However…for Grammar Nazis like some of us, that editor of yours was asleep on the job.(S)he let things slip and they showed up on here. Tsk, Tsk.

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  • Mide Adeleke
    27.11.2018

    Beautiful!
    Now I know some new critical illness. Thanks.

  • Cecilia
    27.11.2018

    Being an insurance agent,reading that piece has felt really nice.

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  • Wassim
    27.11.2018

    After last weeks gorgeous story this commercial piece is allowed

  • Nyamawirs
    27.11.2018

    Well written Biko. That is a reminder on how important it is to have insurance. Thanks . Does the NHIF cover with that high limit apply to everyone or just civil servants?

  • Kanini
    27.11.2018

    Great vibe!
    But your editor(s) is messing up with my OCD…typos are pretty annoying!

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    • Evelyn
      28.11.2018

      Phew! A comrade in arms, I’m not alone..

  • Titus
    27.11.2018

    Do these guys have a cover for white hair?
    I can see people stare at me all the time for having white hairs before growing a beard and I’m only 27

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  • Yvonne❤
    27.11.2018

    So mama Zenani is baba Zenani’s boss ama is fine print playing me??congrats baa on your growth.good read as always baba Tams.

  • Kerry
    27.11.2018

    But there was no buffalo

  • Jane Maina
    27.11.2018

    I recently just learnt about insurance, ”adulting” is hard. All kind of things get thrown at your face and just before you clean that up, some more comes your way but… oh well 🙂

  • Cookiemonster
    28.11.2018

    The critical illness cover is actually a good product. Bottom line… Not having to think about having to raise/beg for funds for treatment and have those “you know who your true friends are when you are in trouble” moments is quite a load off an already burdened body and soul.

  • Faith
    28.11.2018

    insightful…it’s always good to be prepared for any eventuality. You just never know these days!

  • Rehema Zuberi
    28.11.2018

    The government works? Nope, something in the government is working! Just reading through this sort of gladdened my heart. Little progress we are making even in the middle of adversity.

    https://reshonlineblog.wordpress.com/2018/11/28/with-a-girl/

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  • Chela
    28.11.2018

    Not sold…. trying a premium refund with The Chaps….it is not so rosy.
    Patience is certainly a virtue….I learn.

  • Osman Galgallo
    28.11.2018

    Thanks biko.NHIF cover works and i have a good experiences with them.they paid for all the bills for my dad’s eye surgery last year and also currently paying bills for a family member’s cancer treatment.

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  • francis
    29.11.2018

    thats how it goes….

  • Lindora
    29.11.2018

    Great read…as always…health insurance is definitely something everyone should embrace. It saves up a lot…

  • Kunjuman
    01.12.2018

    Nice piece I will definitely look for one.

  • Switch
    04.12.2018

    I would never advise a friend to take up on insurance covers.
    That time you really need them, they are somewhere in Maralal for team building.

  • Shallon Niwamanya
    04.12.2018

    Thanks Biko for the good article. Imagine i developed interest in the product just by reading the article. You can sell sand to a desert dweller!

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  • kevin
    05.12.2018

    nice read bu the lady never answered if she is married or not…. just saying 🙂

  • Annmercy Wawira
    08.12.2018

    This is a wake up call for me and others out there i believe

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