Thursday, 24 July 2014


From the siege at Westgate to the horrors of Mpeketoni and now Kilifi, one can gladly notice the indifference in our collective reaction as a nation as well as our social class indifference. 

If you allow me, I can gladly draw back your attention to the chronological sad events of what went down in this two horrifying incidences that saw “THE” great Westgate siege accorded the greatest attention not only to its location at the country’s capital and business center but also because it took a vulnerable middle class and expatriate community completely unaware on the afternoon attack that lasted approximately three days with the country’s news agents seriously camping to unfold the minute by minute events to a captive and eager audience and countless editorials and news features making waves in the media with a social banner #weareone. That saw the president address the country and appear with the opposition leader for a solidarity photo. Not to mention the number of Kenyan who came forth to donate blood and raise funds for the victims. 

In Mpeketoni, the attacks lasted several weeks with victims mainly males who were ruthlessly butchered in front of friends or families saw none of these specialties’ accorded it, no money raised to help any of the affected families instead confusing government responses on a blame game mission and contradiction on who to house the responsibility of the attacks.

Am sorry if you find me quite irrelevant or boring, but am only going over the hypocrisy that we shadow along, myself included. With the fresh attacks in Kilifi, one is bound to ask where our allegiance as a country lies. 

Where is the national indignation? Where are the tanks, a show of might and strength? Where are our countless editorials features within our media enterprises? Where is our spirit of harambee? Actually who speaks for the marginalized people within the Kenyan society like those of Kilifi and Mpeketoni? Whatever happened to the politics of a nation and not a party?
Let’s face it, we have continually condemned the governments clumsy efforts of bringing peace to the Kenyan citizens, but what exactly are we bring on board as the members of the public with a change driven mission? If we therefore believe that every life counts and all men are created equal, are we then not guilty for not according Mpeketoni, Kilifi or any other insecurity stricken county an equal attention we did Westgate?

Every time I switch on my TV and watch the interior cabinet secretary Joseph Ole Lenku open his big mouth to address insecurity issues within the country, I want to scream till heaven hears my cry, so Mr. President, enough of grandiloquence, wake up and do something and allow yourself be seen doing everything to restore peace and safety within the country. And so if you deem it right not to fire this man, kindly make him keep quite.

Every time I watch or listen to someone in the opposition criticizes the government as it seems to flounder on insecurity issue, am more than convince that they have no credible solutions to the impediments befalling Kenyans. 

So I say, enough, enough Mr. former prime minister, I say enough calls for referendum and national dialogue, enough hogging national space for agendas that only benefit. Enough political nags for attention, what Kenyans need right now is an assurance that they can peacefully go to bed and wake up alive and safe, so if you cannot help unit us, then allow Kenyans me included to call you to order by simply ignoring you.

To the rest of us, I ask you to step into the shoes of the affected families of Mpeketoni, Lamu, Kilifi, Turkana or Wajir who are left with no breadwinner and no place to call home and simply let you conscious be your guide.

Friday, 18 July 2014


Life is extremely unfair, especially when there are only two kinds of people in the world; the obscenely rich and the filthy poor. Those living in big lovely masionette and the cross roads that call the cold streets home and have known nothing short of suffering. It is so funny that even with this; many of us cross road residents live a life of wants and unrealistic dreams simply because we’re too lazy and unwilling to prosper through to life. More when we are hell belt on complains and denouncing others for yielding to their selfish inequities.

With this, I know I can easily be perceived as arrogant which again  ain’t a bad thing after-all am getting accounted to all the criticism around me, precisely because whenever I set out to speak my mind, infuriating people are always the last thought crawling my mind. Actually irritating people are never anywhere close to my mind but at the same time I have absolutely no control on how readers will react and if anything I do not even want to know but I do care you know.

Truth be told, it is the same other side-street guys that would always come together as one at the time of grieve when their hearts are too fragile to take up the news of a “be-gone” loved one and are always super proud to appreciate those around them and the little they have.

Better yet, I have come to the realization of how much have developed this bad habit of annoying my readers by simply stating the truth. But don’t get me wrong, the loss of a child or a loved one comes with a great agonizing torture that I can gladly wish on no one especially parents. A realization of pain that is easily brought in at the break of dawn and the set of the sun, like a passing cloud, we put on a show on a tumbling world, a sudden thought of a loved one with a tremble inside with a heart out on call for Gods’ strength that nobody knows but us.

 Let us not forget that the biggest rule in life especially when you are out taking a shot with a riffle is to never miss the target. My big question is, why wait until you face death or an abduction of a loved to realize how fortunate you really are? I mean why are we always on a mission impossible of pretence of overwhelming work to even stop to notice, appreciate and spread the love on those we hold dear?

I therefore dare say we are a nation of competitors. We compete too much to even find the time to appreciate and share love with those around us. It is so terrible that we never see any good in others, and believe that compared with those around us; we are up on the tip of the stick. 

Bidding on a plain truth, you know not about tomorrow, so live each second appreciating and loving those around you as though it is your last with no fear of prejudice or contradiction of always holding so dear your loved ones picture when they suddenly take a bow. This is a one-time life, to make it fair off competition on richness and poverty, live it so well full of love and appreciation of others that even death wants to see you alive and fight so hard that fate accepts defeat.

Remember, this is just but a simple thought.