As things stand now, there is only one thing that we – as brothers and sisters of the long suffering people of Northern Kenya – can offer to our hungry brothers: Tender Loving Care. This is not the tender loving care that the good Yusuf K. Dawood, of the Surgeon’s Diary, would talk about, but rather the tender loving care that would see them survive to see yet another day or put up a smile on their faces. Thanks to the KENYANS4KENYA foundation that aims at creating an atmosphere of brotherhood by mobilizing Kenyans to chip in and save a life for a day.
The Grand Coalition Government has displayed its inability to perform whatever task to save Kenya and Kenyans from the intensity of the fast spreading hunger. Having seen a woman die from hunger in her matrimonial bed is a bitter experience that produces more heat than light. Then the question comes, is the Government of Kenya a Nairobi based NGO? Or is it an old contraption infested with the old and recycled Nyayo goons? Am I supposed to die so that an “action”, and more so an ‘urgent action’ to be taken?
Propelling my earlier argument, I will not hesitate to question the government – if at all it exists- why somebody has to die for it to start assessing the drought situation as if they were working for an insuarance company. Our political leaders are – as I had written earlier – the least trustworthy animals outside the national parks. Their minds, impune like ever before, are always busy cooking stories that will sail the m through the 2012 general elections. Corrupt as Lucifer himself, they form the very same cartels that hijack humanitarian organizations are redirect all the donations to their ever ballooning bellies.
In my motherland (read Northern Kenya) - where maize does not grow to the height of man, and empty stomachs are drumming for passersby- the longest suffering generation of humanity has been subjected to premature ejaculation by the tormenting situation. The wine meant to ferment our constitutionality and bring home the spirit of One Kenya, One People has been consumed by those who have “stomachs”. Did our ancestors – though we term their regime as primitive – take up arms to fight for the liberation of our Nation so that a privileged gang of policy rapists can chew all the bones as we drink the left over milk?
Like any other criminal making rounds in town, the men who sit on top of the hill have re-organized themselves into small Goldenberg, Anglo-leasing, and Ongeri factors of perfecting the art and act of primitive thievery. The re-birth of the brothers of Judas Iscariot, the bible conman who betrayed Jesus, is nigh. Our leaders have betrayed us, they have betrayed our ancestors, they have betrayed our hope, they have betrayed our brotherhood, they have betrayed our love, betrayed our rights, and yet we can afford to swallow the blatant lies that they make us believe to be the gospel truth.
When a relationship comes to an end, we try by all means to find out the reason as to why things did not work. Again, when words fail, we go to war, when war ends, we use the same words to find a lasting solution. The take away assignment is, do we have to be subjected to war so that we can use words to find a lasting solution? Must I die for the government to deny the facts and issue the common platitudes of jingoism? Or simply because I come from Northern Kenya I must die? Someone answer me
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