Kenyan Shame

Oranges and Cactus

I hope I did not live in this decadent age, I hope. Today I will cast aside the subtle methods of sarcasm to be blunt, because in retrospect, time has come that we shed the aura of gentlemanly understanding this country has kept for so long, for some real talk, like real men and women.
Miguna`s case has been a basket case of injustice. In less than one week, the tribal duopoly that consists of Uhuru and Ruto has sunk the country to the zilch point we started from. Yes, listen, I know somewhere someone is grinding his teeth that I have the guts to write this. We were taught never to fear injustice in life, my piece might never get far enough to be considered effective, but I will be proud in the evening, when I sit back to watch the telly, and we are back to the good times.
`We have a constitution, we have laws`. I can almost hear the voice of one Kimani Wamatangi, Murkomen and all jubilee MPs to that one single statement. ‘No one is above the law; we cannot operate like a banana country, ` that is Matiangi, then an acting minister for you. Now these very same people have suspended those laws, they have made the constitution wrappers to the roasted meat of their egos. Will we survive the tide, because we decided to swim?
Look, am not a NASA supporter, but I am not afraid if you decided to brand me one. But am not afraid to say that we are back to the pre-independence ages, only that we have black colonialists who are enriching their bloated Adams apples by telling us we should `move on, we should now `concentrate on building the country` move on? To what? Build the country? What country, your country, your pockets? Kenya was never a country, not ever. It was a conglomerate of tribalic oligarchs who whipped up people to push them to power, to swell their bellies.
Am not afraid to say we have a drunken president. You can arrest me for that; in fact I would be proud if you deported me to some other better place like you did with Miguna, out of this abstracted` shitholism. `There was a time when he used to be cool, the kind of president other countries die hard for, but the shade and charade has drawn back, and now I can only but see a man confused with the things happening around him. If you are sitting at the head of a table of men who are adept at the kind of bureaucratic circus happening, and arrogant displays of disaffection with the law, am not afraid to say you are drunk, in all possible senses. Now, if you are angry you might as well just press escape and leave my space, it’s my blog after all.
A democrat by word, an authoritarian by actions. Your government bans a political movement, I guess you would probably justify that with something like the `interest of national security`. That is a stupid way to tell us you are not comfortable with its presence. You incarcerate a man in the horrible holding cells; keep moving him around the country like a hot potato. From one side of the country to the other, all against an existing court order. I think the thrill of breaking the law is fun, in your heads, something akin to smoking bhang behind the toilets when we were in high school. But if you break the law, please don’t expect any of us to follow it. We might as well just decide to operate in a pre-civilization environment, every man with his own law.
I was not there when Moi was president; I won’t claim knowledge in history, but I know enough of my constitution, of my law to know that we are following no law anymore. I should just ask how one repudiates a citizenship by birth by the way. I’d gladly denounce mine, here and now if it were possible. It is a shame, a big shame to be associated with being Kenya anymore. I know the same happened during the Moi era, and know they have brought it back funny that you can deport someone who is a citizen of your country by birth to his ‘homeland`, unless homeland has a different meaning to the gutters of your brains. Coming to think of it, if anyone commits a crime, the same `law` you have been telling us to follow, the same law you are breaking does not give `exportation` to a foreign country as a possible form of punishment. That is being a straight forward shithole country!
We are sinking, sinking deeper into the murk of our blood. We are always one moment away from butchering each other, because you can’t see that. You wear your prides in your sleeves, like medals. You live in glasshouses, always planning on planning how to steal the extra bit of cash, the extra piece of unused land somewhere in town. We won’t complain, we are all greedy, but we are human at the end of the day. If you are human, unless mad or highly intoxicated, you see reason, you see things breaking apart. And if above that you are my father`s age, you act like an elder, you seek solutions, you don’t force things to happen.
Tomorrow I might wake up. God knows I will wake up. And because I have lost all hope with this country, like a thousand other young men and women who have nothing to look forward to, I will get a flag. But I won’t go to the streets; I won’t attract the attention of policemen and women who are the bearers of stupidity in this country. I will take the flag I have reserved for the attendance of `national` events. I won’t find a pole to raise it, I won’t. I will burn it to ashes, burn it until the sting of the smoke disappears, and then I will sing the national anthem.
If you can’t break the tirade, the systematic tyranny, not just a flag will burn. It’s the people who will. And yes, I am waiting, I might also be charged for treason, with some other obscure crime in some other obscure court somewhere. I might also be deported to `my homeland`, against the law for `national interest`. But lest we forget 2007, lest we forget Syria and Rwanda, I will remind you that war doesn’t make a few heroes, it makes a thousand widows. It doesn’t determine who’s strong, it’s who is left. That’s where we are headed, the pit holes of bloodshed.
It would be far better if we talked.

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