Mending the cracks of our nation Kenya

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I am seated in Arkland Palace Hotel, which is at third floor of this building. The view to the left is orgasmic but not as good as that from 6th floor of Westview building in Westlands. A few minutes ago, I picked Boaz from The National Archives where he is interning. Closer to him is Tobbins whose dad is vying for the MCA seat back in shags.

Before Tobbins joins us, Boaz is having a warm cup of tea, and for a while now, I am savouring a plate of mokimo and soup. There is a laptop on the table and some design going on. We’re on the only people inside plus a waiter who looks like he is on attachment.

Tobbins joins later. We’re designing a poster, a banner and card for his dad. He is the one in charge of the whole project. The honcho now because everything I design he has to approve before I can send it to my guy to print it.

Later on, Mercy joins us. You remember Mercy? The one 10 homes away from ours in the countryside? She is from a colloquially grilling interview at Safaricom, which of course has gone well. I have been praying for her to get through in this thing. She had travelled to shags and by Sunday she was still there. She’d told me that she won’t be able to make it for the interview as she did not have a certificate of good conduct.

If there is a believer in the house, it is I. God answers 90% of my prayers. Well, the other 10% might be of the small irrelevant miscellaneous that wouldn’t zest my life even if He answered them. I have been praying for her so I am sure God will do this will. I call her and tell her “get into a bus and get your ass to Nairobi and tomorrow attend the interview. You can tell them that you applied for the certificate and that they should not be bothered as you can come with it later.” That evening, she tells that she arrived safely and she is going to the interview the following day.

I called her jana and she let me know that Safaricom contacted her with good news. She’s through. Someone shout amen!

We’re done designing at around 5 in the evening and sent the soft copies to the printer guy.

Today I am going to talk of healing the nation from its tatters. The above story was just to bring in the politics aspects and the political actors that have sent our country into rumbles of chaos. A country that used to be a hub of positive energy, peace and most developed in the region.

That story, over the years, has changed and now we can no longer pride ourselves with being called Kenyans. Before, we used to have this killer slogan ‘Nafurahia kuwa Mkenya.’ You guys remember how slaying we would sound when we used that term? We were immaculate and indomitable. Other countries looked at us and admired our zeal, passion, peace, happiness and the hustle. They would covet us and wish they were Kenyans too.

Then came a time when being a Kenyan felt like being fed portions of salt and pepper every damn day of our lives. The once beautiful slogan now changed dramatically into ‘najihurumia kuwa Mkenya.’ Our uniqueness vanished and the centre could no longer hold. When everything started to crumble, our unity was subjugated and the love and tranquil that dwelt among us averted.

It is true in the eye of every Kenyan, from toddler to the elderly that Kenya is in a phase of what I can label as masturbation. Where if one does not get a woman or man to have real sex with, they look for alternatives that can help them ejaculate. And it don’t matter what they use during the process, be it sex toys, fingers or fantasy. The end justifies the means. We have been swindled into a world of individualism in that we care more about ourselves than others. And this has contributed to what the nation is in right now, a conundrum of what is supposed to be what.

But I want to major on politics. In 2007, the country experienced the worst hit of ethnicity that saw Kenyans turn on each other with fire and brimstone. This is when that part that reads…’Peace be our shield and defender, may we dwell in unity, peace and liberty’ in our national anthem got scorched and forgotten. We lost tons of great Kenyans, most of whom had no idea what wrong they had done. People who did not choose to be born in either side of the divide. They never chose to be born kikuyu or Luo or Kisii or Kalenjin. It is a natural phenomenon.

The struggle then was real. And for many, it is still fresh because it left gaps in their lives. Some were left without limbs. Others lost their loved ones, others lost the ability to hear and see. While some, lost all they had made in years of strain, and now live like paupers who beg for a meal. Years later, the government is still dishing out few coins to compensate them. As you can tell, the effects can still be felt.

No amount of compensation can repair the damage. We cannot compensate those we killed, we can never erase the gory memories lying inside our brains, and we cannot end the nightmares we experience every night. We can never put back the limbs to those who lost them. We can never restore eyesight for those who lost it. The pain is real and those who were caught in the rubble understand what narrow thinking is able to accomplish.

They understand how expensive ignorance is because they paid dearly with lives, part of their bodies, loved ones and even property. Ignorance in this matter is not about being educated. In Kenya there are so many educated wazzocks who cannot differentiate what makes sense and what kills. And there are those who never set eyes in someone’s school but understand the essence of peace and how even one wrong decision or word can change the equation of a nation that knows nothing about war.

Most of these educated clowns now lie in what we can call millennials. Millennials are those born in the 80s moving forward. A number of them have not been trapped in cock sucking situation to understand the need to preach, eat, walk, wear and pray for peace. They do not subscribe to the school of thought that encourages unity, peace and love. They are not concerned. They are concerned of getting themselves content, even if it is killing someone else.

They have all the time to spark war. They are the ones in social media spreading undesirable messages that are tribal. Loudmouthed, filthy and lost they are. Yet they want to be the leaders of tomorrow. Tomorrow is today because yesterday it was.

Of late, politics has swayed the country into believing that it is the only thing that matter in this country. Of course the political systems in a country are the ones that determine the kind of lives its citizens lead. It is good to understand that these systems are set up by the electorate. This is where my bone of contention is, the electorate.

If the electorate become blind during such a time, they send the country into chaos. Like now, the electorate seem to think that the political actors are more important than the nation, or even more important than their lives. This has seen individuals fight for these political actors with whom they don’t have a connection.

And now the country is divided into Jubilee and Nasa. Tribes have become more pronounced that ever. Now we can stand and boldly say, as Kikuyus, we are supporting Uhuruto, we as Luos, we are supporting Baba and co-principals. It is not bad, but why can’t we do this in peace? Do we have to issue threats or abuse each other?

If you log into any of the social media networks, all you would find is a political post that is full of abusive language. It is worse in the comment sections where all kind of nastiness goes down.

On a normal day, Njoroge will live with Omondi in the same plot. They will borrow each other salt, wheelbarrow among other things. If Njoroge gets sick, Omondi will fetch him to hospital in his car. That means that we depend on each other. We need each other to survive.

It is stupefying that when it comes to politics, we can beat each other if we do not support the same guy. That Omondi can go and attack Njoroge because he does not support Nasa, or Njoroge can go and burn Omondi’s car because he hates Uhuru. What will happen when Njoroge gets sick, who will fetch him to hospital?

Let us be realistic. You and I have never met Uhuru. In fact we only see Rao on TV. All we know is that they all come from wealthy families. They have their families which you don’t see going out into the streets to riot or sing their dad’s name even when he is vying. You will never see them in any rallies. Some of them are abroad and don’t care whether their dads win or lose.

These kids have everything they need. If you follow closely in their timelines on social media, they’re just social media queens and kings living larger than life lives. They are often having fun, eating in expensive joints and sucking at smoothies from straws. Their lives do not seem to be affected by the political temperatures of this country. It is like they are living in a different country yet they are in Kenya.

The only thing you do is salivate at their lives, like their status and comment, and generally feel that your life is a shit hole. Truth is, your life is a shit hole. While you keep fighting your neighbor, the neighbor where you eat every day and without them you’re dead, the man you keep fighting for does not fight for you. He is fighting for himself and for his family.

If he is doing that, what are you doing for yourself? Uhuru is going to get into power, and he is going to be accorded 500 guards- you will have none, a motorcade of 50+ luxury vehicles- you’ll be on foot or be boarding same old matatus, good salary- you’ll still be poor because you don’t even have a job, allowances- still very poor my friend, he will stay in statehouse- you will stay in your mabati shithole, among other benefits- you will be begging for food.

You see, successful people are not even bothered by who will take the office. They do not care because what else do they need? If things get thick, they will board a private jet with their families and jet out of the country till things cool down. In fact they send their kids abroad prior to elections so that in case hell breaks loose, they’ll be safe and sound. You don’t see them people in the streets heckling and throwing stones. No. they’re in offices, hotels and bars- striking deals, laughing, eating, drinking and having a time of their lives.

But when people are poor and unsuccessful, singing ‘mtu wetu’ chants to have a 50 bob for local brew is all that they can think of. These are people who have nothing worthy to fight for. Hapless people who don’t have a purpose. Every time they are given a purpose to fight for, which in most occasions is the wrong purpose that leaves them annihilated.

This is the time to think of our lives because elections come and go. What if we took time to think about our lives first than those of others whose future is already predetermined? What if each moment we spend preaching hate was spent on working on that idea we’ve been dreaming of? What if that time we invested in spreading negativity was spent on preaching love to our neighbours?

You see if we can preach love and unity, we can all be one. We can come together and choose able leaders who actually can make our lives better. Leaders who don’t have to leverage on tribe to make it because they have overwhelming support from everyone. Don’t you think it is possible?

Well, if you are my friend on Facebook and WhatsApp, you’ll discover that I have been at the forefront in preaching and singing songs of peace. On a daily basis, I update my Facebook timeline with a quote of peace. Of course people do not like it, but I know they do read it. Again I do not have to get 100 likes for me to be encouraged to keep on. My motivation comes from inside. When you do something selflessly, there is nothing that can deter you from trudging on, even if the road is abated.

It is not about the much you could do if you had more that matters, it is the much you do with the little that you’ve been blessed with. I have chosen to play my part as a peace ambassador because as of now, IN KENYA, PEACE IS A BASIC NEED.

Let us rethink again. Politics should never divide us. It is a one day affair and from then life still needs to continue. The question is, where will you be when things get thick because of the wrong decision you made? How will your life be after that?

If you’ve never been caught in political turmoil like I did in 2007, probably you might not understand the extent to which life can change so quickly from good to worst.

Let us be proxies of peace. Raila and Uhuru will still have a better life even if they lose the election. They have already lived their lives well, actualized most of their dreams and are only HUNGRY for POWER. Power to influence others to achieve their goals in life, to make history, to make fortunes for their descendants. What are you doing about your life? Are you working towards your ambitions?

If we were busy nurturing our dreams, all these political anguish we see would be turned into love for one another because that is the only way we can grow. Uhuru or Raila cannot bring the kind of development we can achieve as one people. We are the ones to develop our country and ourselves, not Raila or Uhuru.

Without us, these guys will be nothing. Meaning we have the power, not them. But are we using the power in the right way? No, we are using the power against each other.

For them, they look at us and laugh at us and say, “Poor bastards! Look at how they are hurting each other and we are not.” Uhuru and Raila have never, and will never carry a panga and be on each other’s neck. They understand that politics is just a one-time thing, it comes and goes. They do confess on live TV that they are great friends, only that they have a few disagreements.

Is it hard for us to disagree but not hurt each other? Yes it is very possible. Kenya is our mother, our nation, our home. If things go south, know that there is nowhere to run, you will face the wrath. But do they have to go south anyway? Why don’t they go the right way?

This post is inspired by PEACE AMBASSADORS KENYA, Antman (don’t know his name, but met at Ajira in KU) and lovely people from MZANGILA GROUP. We are agents of peace.

Spread this message of peace to every Kenyan.

Till next time, I am you Peace Ambassador, Mzangila Snr.

Yours sincerely,

Justine C. M

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