I REGRET TO INFORM YOU

Hello good people. I trust you are well. I am too. I woke up this morning, checked my Facebook and Twitter as usual and found the picture (above) doing the rounds. Do you remember that chilling feeling, that feeling of fear you felt when you were little and you saw a doctor with a needle ready to give you the dreaded injection when you were sick? That is exactly how I felt; only this time it was worse.

It pains me to see so may hate messages around the internet. Anytime someone starts a conversation, politics finds its way in somehow .People start getting defensive and you start hearing things such as “you kikuyus” or “hawa wajaluo”. I know that everyone is entitled to freedom of association and that we all have a right to be affiliated to say, a political party or a religion. But should these be the lines upon which we are divided? We are all Kenyans and our beauty is in our diversity. My blood ad your blood are the same. You are my brother, I am your sister.

We are swayed too easily by our political affiliations. These politicians are all the same. They light the fire,add more kuni then fly out when things in Kenya become too hot .It is you and I who will burn, it is you and I that will be IDPs ,it is you and I who will have nothing to eat because food will be extremely expensive. They lie to us that we are one. We are not on the same page, heck, not even in the same book. The only thing we have in common is our national ID.

Before you think of fighting your  neighbor in the name of defending the Railas and Uhurus, remember that day when your child became sick in the middle of the night and it’s your kikuyu neighbor who took you to hospital in his car yet mwezi ilikua kwa kona.Remember that day when your mother in law was around and your salt was finished and you borrowed your Luo neighbor because MIL would say you are irresponsible? That my friends is the reality of the matter. The only connection we have with these tribal kingpins is that we make them richer by buying that pouch of Brookside milk when we are too broke to afford lunch  or that gas cylinder that we use to cook.

This all sounds too far-fetched, huh?Let me give you an example you can identify with.Remember yesterday when it rained in Nairobi and how the fares were arbitrarily hiked?As you were boarding that matatu the conductor most probably called you, kairetu, nyarwa or baba or for our brothers it was modo wakwa,wuodwa or tata.I am pretty sure that even though you were from the same tribe, you paid just as much as those from the other tribes.

I was thinking about this the other day and I realized that I have very few friends from my tribe.My closest girlfriends are Chelagat, Kwambai, Wanjiru ,Ilagosa, Wangeci ,Onono, Zawadi,Amwayi,Lugalia,Murumba.My male friends are Mbago,Kiprop,Luseno,Njenga,Nyambane,Otieno,Angwenyi.The list is endless,but I hope you get the picture.These people are the world to me,  if we were to turn against each other,I don’t think that even a whiff of my scent would remain.

Wakenya tuchanuke. Tupendane na tuishi kwa umoja,amani na upendo.Sisi ndio wenye nchi.We should protect each other from these vultures ,who shake hands and smile at each other when they meet then send GSU troops to maim and kill us when we are fighting each other to defend them.Our country’s economy  is in the worst state ever, let us work hard to better ourselves.I regret to inform you that no matter your tribe, we are all in the same boat.We either struggle to stay afloat or prepare to perish when it sinks.This is my two cents worth.

IT IS MY CHOICE.IT IS YOUR CHOICE. TUCHANUKE.

 Enjoy the video from the link below. It sums up all I have said in a beautiful melody.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKqozV66zoA