Kenya is Dying

hunger for change

I have a certain fear. The thing that comes so vividly and changes almost everything around me. My thinking, my behavior, my understanding, and my reasoning. This fear is always triggered by a memory that lived a long time back, but still fresh behind my skull.

When I talk about this fear, I remember a time back when Kenya was no longer a country I used to know. The time when smock marked the better part of the day. Crying marked the livelihood of the majority and lack of peace made it seem like the people were no longer in control of their anger and way of life. The time when no one could trust anyone. Politics was the main theme and a sign of that darkest days in the history of Kenya since independence. I guess the nation was almost on its knees before salvation time. 

The fear I am talking about can't be eradicated from my mind. In our current Kenya, we have so many triggers that remind me of those dark hours. Violence and running battles are things I just can't avoid to hear or see in real life. I may pretend to be immune to all that happens but still, my mind is not accustomed to ditching the past. I do find myself going back. Sinking so low into the abyss of thoughts and sadness. Why can't we just play it nice, play cool and act normal?

Our problem is not about who we are, but what we love to do is what accounts for our daily actions. We may be trying to make our politics clean but are we doing it through best channels for an effective outcome? I guess you know the answer. Personally, I hate evil and I shun it to the best of my ability. 

I love it when no one is crying! It is hard to live in a country where crying has been normalized. The land where angry people are hungry for change. The country where the political arena is filled up with crooks who have everything to hide from the public. In such kind of land, how do the likes of you and me win a fair lady?

This only hints that we are in for a bitter and worst battle like never before. Imagine a country where laws are drafted just to please a few mouths. Imagine a nation whose Judicial system is controlled by deep pockets of cash and who private institutions are money minting zones. Damn! The corruption beest that feed on our innocence.

Well, this is Kenya. The nation known for burying its evil in the shallow craves of doom while leaving the air to be polluted with the rotting stench.

Now you understand my fear. You can feel it too and if you do not, then I guess you do not see the country in mammalian point of view. My point is, Kenya is dying!