***Allan ShadowRine*** ___ DeKUT___
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I am a disturbed yet concerned Kenyan silently pondering how much Kenya would cost if a broker from Asia decided to buy it. I even doubt anybody would want to buy Kenya, unless a merchant from Andromeda, (don’t be too ignorant to find out what place that is in case you don’t know) gets an offer like, ‘buy Rwanda, get Kenya free.’
Anyway, I have just tuned in to some local radio station and it seems I am going to KMS. The infamous Moses Kanyira has in his super meticulous voice articulated the intensity of how much poison has been given to Kenyans.
Before I begin with lots of complains, I am a university student. I am in a school with such an insane system that pressures you to study and badly pass the exams lest your fate gets blended with those primitive lifestyles you’re taught to evade since day 1. So, we hardly get much of the content we study for future benefits, we gain small bits of knowledge for short term purposes, passing the exams. Should you ask a fifth-year engineering student to do a basic differential sum and see that they have “bitten out”, acknowledge that they copied assignments, cheated in the exams and attended too many parties as that is the culture students have wholeheartedly embraced.
While education is such a powerful sector in any sane society greedy for change. Well, maybe, not in Kenya. In a period of two months, more than four ‘prestigious’ universities have gone on strike. Do you know what happens when students try to reach out to be heard? When they desire for change of ways they get treated by the administrations? When they cry out over ‘significant’ increment in tuition fees and stuff?
Chains of order flow and armed police officers in full regalia of work, well equipped, hover into the trucks and sirens can be heard across the streets like a world war has just begun. And for your information, if robbers and their brothers’ bandits broke into a supermarket with machine guns, rocket propelled grenades and even nuclear bombs, and you dialed 999, be as sure as death that these same trucks will have no fuel at the time of need. If you find that fact-based example way too exaggerated, let’s talk of fire. The only place county fire engine trucks respond to induced emergencies and splash water over an induced fire is on a show, when the governor has to prove to the desperate mwananchi how equipped his or her government is ready in case fire broke out. *Things on the ground,are always different. *
Not when armless students go into the streets and equipment to straighten them are in surplus. What police officers did to JKUAT students, and have always done, is smash the brains that are supposed to think of a better Kenya with clubs as if they were snakes in the garden of Eden. Firing bullets into our skeletal bodies, courtesy of the bad and ‘poisonous food’ we get will only make us desire to further question this system tagged as ‘democracy’. We are being called hard-heads for seeking a better environment to incubate thoughts powerful enough to pull us out of the deep mess are already stuck in. Maybe we are hard-heads. After all, the sugar we drink once had mercury in it and it never killed us then, the maize we bought had copper in it, the flour we buy has toxic poisons, the practical we do in chemistry has lethal xylene chemical. How could we not react when we had all these elements running in our systems?
How can we not react when the people who are expected to guarantee your safety and security turn against you and push cans of teargas into your eyes and shamelessly rain blows and kicks on you? In the meantime, those worth the bullets and the beatings are busy plotting on how to rob the money you got taxed when purchasing data bundles to log in to your Facebook.
Anyway, I do not have the guts to dare imagine the insurmountable amount of poison Kenyans have consumed should the data given by the body entrusted to verify the safety of products consumed by Kenyans be true. The statistics show that maize, circulating in Kenya as from 2009 or around that time, infected with the lethal aflatoxin poison was spread out to millers who consequently did their part in nation building and sold the flour to starving Kenyans. Our famous KEBS, apparently, will have successfully discovered that the maize was poisoned, nine (9) years later.
The other day, a boy aged four drowned in a river in Kirinyaga as the local, county and even national government’s divers lacked equipment for use in the quest to save the boy. A Kimathi comrade disappeared in Sagana recently and his body is yet to be found. In Uasin Gishu, a body of another boy has been retrieved 14 days after futile search – 14 tormenting days to the family of the lost soul worth a better life in a better country. A sugar company has gone bankrupt – farmers supplying sugarcane to the factory will have to scratch their backs until they bleed to death as they wait for the government to give them the jobs it promised a few days ago. I can possibly write pages long enough to reach to mars and back of irresponsible injustices done to neglected Kenyans. In the meantime, our legislators are in session discussing on how and when to borrow more money which will put every single Kenyan into a debt of thousands of shillings.
I am not an ignorant pessimist who is blind to see the good things Kenya has achieved; I am not a lunatic or an emigrant. I am a patriotic Kenyan tired of exhuming the promises we got in the manifesto and insulted civilization. I am a proud Kenyan, and proud kenyanism can explicitly be defined as the audacity to voice out what’s bad with a motive to get a change for the good even when little will be done.
I choose not to include the inhumane pictures and vides of how bad a student was beaten as that will be insulting the already tortured victim on this post. After all, a few will see this, and even sad, few will have the opportunity to change things. Unity is a key, Lincoln said it’s the cry of a nation.
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