I LOVE MY COUNTRY, I LOVE KENYA

I love my Country. When I sit to remember where we came from, the lovers of history will agree. We paid a price. Freedom wasn't given to us. People had to sweat, people struggled, people bleed for us to enjoy this! You think this is another one of my stories. No it isn't. I am bleeding. I feel lost. My fear has been removed and replaced by hopelessness.

    When afraid you try but when hopeless you sit and let fate take its course. I have always found it odd that people who think ignoring a situation
is making a point. The
only point it makes to anyone is our inability to articulate our point of view. Our view which could save this nation. Friends, fellow comrades, kenyans, I write to you not as my second name might mean to you but as a person who loves his country.

     At first I did not take it serious to see people protest on every monday but as the masses grow larger, I find reasons to worry, the police are angry, we saw it, the mobs are equally feeling violated. PEV started with a small smoke in one town centre, and then another and before we knew it, churches were burning. I am afraid we are headed there.

    I do not write in support of any side because I am nolonger sure of any. But I am sure of one thing. On my side, different from CORD and JUBILEE we know each others name, that on my side we love life, that on my side we have sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers we cannot afford to lose, on my side we dont have to exchange fists to be men enough. On my side there is more gain if we have peace, on my side above all we value life. We are only almost one year to elections and I cannot comment on social media because I am a kamau or Otieno. Because I will be called a sycomphant. I will be given a pool of names that will even annoy my ancestors.

  We have substituted everything that matters in life with tribalism. That today I cannot marry a luo, giriama, kikuyu, luhya because they are alligned to one political thinking. With too much idle time, and thanks to Bob colymore we have cheap bundles we spread hatred, anger, resentment and jealous at the comfort of our homes. As you forward that text, as you make that comment. Think! Think about what difference it makes
to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the war was fought in the holy name of democracy? Or who won? On my side there are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but certainly, there are none worth killing for. So we think we are soldiers yet we are fools,because a true soldier fights not
because he hates what is in front of him, but because he
loves what is behind him.

   I am slightly past twenty years but I have seen how people are set against each other, and in silence, unknowingly, obediently, foolishy and innocently slay one another. We have to stop it. Only us can change this. Not those hungry for power. The soon we know that it only makes sense to make peace with enemies and not friends the better for all of us..

We have been through it. Can we save our past? No we cant. All what I know. We made a great many mistakes and good people paid the ultimate price for them. And that is a price we can never pay. But we can honour it and we can let their sacrifice remind us that sometimes the very measures we put in place to safeguard our liberty become threats to our liberty itself. Dont make it personal. Be part of the few trying to Heal our Nation. So help us God.