I cannot remember the exact date; but, it was a sunny day. Some sort of conference. Huge hall. Smooth floor. Comfy chairs. Everyone smartly dressed. Some more than
others. We of the media slightly casual. It is a busy environment and as a
reporter you need to move around a lot. Interviewing. Jotting down names...
And somewhere along the
throngs of participants, she sat. I noticed her because she kept smiling. Speaking
to her was easy. No airs, no innuendos. There are strangers you encounter and feel as
though you knew them before. Mercy Kitomari (pictured above) sounded and looked familiar
although I had never spoken to her in my life. She was a young, clever lady and eyes did not
miss her. But that caused no arrogance at all. Now I know what Kitomari’s
modest manner meant.
Charisma.
