Behold, twenty fifteen. Its now three straight years after I left my job as a community organizer in DA. No matter how blessed I feel, how well things seem to go or work out, I cant find myself at rest,calm and content with life. I have not had enough time for reflection though and anyone sensible would easily allude this kind of feeling to that. Outwardly my life seems to have settled into a manageable rhythm, and, as always am prone to seeing other people as unnecessary distraction...I am so well wedded to solitude the safest place I know.
Years ago, I found out in solitude, was the only place I would stand not as a member of any tribe in our country, I would not be in solitude as a black or white man, educated or uneducated, low income earner or high income earner, tall or short, etc...in such a place i would be a true citizen in a real world as it is and not as it has been perceived. I learned that the system and our past regime, have given promises and made our people accept that someday there would be a bright day, a day in which they will be honored as citizens who shared in the battles , pains and blood shed that earned freedom to this country things that have remained a distant mileage and absent.
I suspect that I might find myself in trouble by writing such and am fully aware that i don't have a practical solution to the problems we face everyday. I know based on the empty promises we have lived with an illusive hope of a brighter day that will never come, lived within the framework and tyranny of politics that promise a haven to those ' who might not need' the politics that would have worked easily in a different place other than here, where we know and have not forgot the blood shade, the cold nights and scary screams of freedom fighters, the politics that doesn't create a common ground for us to breed and sprout as a free country. Instead, we need a different type of campaign that will not necessarily bribe voter with cash and empty promises but will offer solution to practical life as its truly lived.
Am writing this at a time when my country is at a transition , a real difficult transition period and although there are a few things which like most Kenyans i would point out as sources of pride, the truth remains, we still privately harbor doubts on this path that we have chosen for ourselves as Kenyans, maybe this will represent abandonment of a country's 'youthful ordeals ' a concession to the hard realities of money and power, the country as it is not as it should be.
I am aware that i am not anywhere close to a writer, or one that can put their thoughts on paper and confuse or convince a few people over a subject of their choice.I am careful to rely solely on my rights a Kenyan to speak my mind, in a well guided non offensive way. and, if you have been careful, my thoughts on this blog are not in any flow, its beyond my skills as a writer-to-be to clearly express all that i have intended to ,in so saying i don't think myself less of a sober person, excellent at a few honorable things,nervy and cunning enough to occasionally live by my wits careful not to expect to much but able to risk just about anything.
rationally speaking am not supposed really to write anything about this country political landscape and livelihood of people. after all I am technical person, handling and managing data,busy learning my fourth programming language and writing codes of programs in JAVA, C++,VB etc ,well conversant with inanimate objects and audacious to take up more in the field not long from now and I may not be in a public office where i would easily convene a press conference share my thoughts but i would like to point out in wide strokes that the kind of country we are in is at a place where the entire social ,political and economic structure ,the criminal ,the law,and the politicians are actually inseparable partners.
That said... I wish for her a solitary moment, a time of reflection, no matter how well the road infrastructure is being improved, the hospitals renovated,the money being pumped into counties , no matter how well things seem to be, i wish my country a kind of restlessness that will push her out to dream , to dream for a day where we will have true governance, where Kenyans will stand as true citizens not with a badge of tribe, sexual orientation,gender,origin,race etc on their sleeves but a badge of freedom well spelled portrayed in their lives as they are truly lived.
I will finish by just wishing her luck. Everyday is a new day.Its better to be lucky, may my country be lucky enough to progress and succeed at everything honorable.But i would rather be exact, when luck comes you better be ready , for if you miss, the tragedy of being trapped in retrogressive country is for you sons of Kenya, its yours 42 tribes of a united Kenya, its for you, city dwellers, village inhabitants, for you sons and daughters in the army and in the navvy....wish you a solitary time.
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