1. Our doctors, clinical officers and nurses on the streets. Poor citizens dying in hospitals.
2. The vice_president planning to send home some civil servants after promising to create jobs.
3. The president and the vice_president facing charges against humanity on foreign soil.
4. We’re still depending on foreign grands.
5. The journalists still struggling for media freedom.
6. Four amateur terrorists causing mayhem at a mall; our army is reduced to speculation just to uphold their name. They claim to have killed the terrorists whose bodies can’t be traced.
7. Comparing Kenya and Singapore which were at the same economic level, do you find a concrete reason for being jubilant?
8. Insecurity is rampant across the country, the government can’t protect its citizens.
9. Kenyans are refugees in there own mother land.
10. The gap between. the rich and the poor ever widening.
11. We have awkward priorities imposed upon citizens for some to get tenders.
12. Moral degradation, HUGE mothers on screens and papers unashameably advocating for ‘weka condom mpangoni’.
13. Our army is reduced to a bunch of ‘looters’.
14. Teachers are paid peanuts; we don’t have enough teachers in schools.
15. We can’t afford to mine the natural resources we’ve been given by mother nature.
The list is endless…
I’ve got no apologies to make because I awe nobody an apology!
No doubt, chapattis are one of the best stuffs at table in any Kenyan household, but there is one thing that I discovered recently that most of us have not discovered yet we all experience it whenever we are having chapatti for a meal; the sweetest part of a chapatti! I discovered this a couple of days ago at a party when I was given a piece of chapatti folded twice to make a nice sector with the center of the chapatti at the 900 angle. Starting with the edge that formed the arch of the sector the sweetness of the chapatti increased as I advanced towards the center, the center being the sweetest part!
The question that struck my mind was the reason as to why the center was the sweetest of all the whole piece of chapatti. Reflecting about its recipe, I settled at the hustle and bustle that the center of the chapatti goes through; during the rolling, the most pressure is applied at the center. As if this was not enough, it is this very part that is in contact with the hottest part of the pan, that is, the center of the pan. It is only after withstanding this extreme pressure and heat that it turns out to be the sweetest part of the chapatti. And because you and I would not lay our hands on a half-cooked chapatti, the chapatti has no otherwise but to go through this nasty ordeal to attract any attention.
I too would like people to experience that nice taste in me! Therefore am ready to fight through any ‘extreme pressure and heat’ to turn out to be the sweetest part. You may subject me to any sort of ‘extreme pressure and heat’ but I will stand strong. If you think I will quit, then you are dead wrong! You are only hardening me to be smarter and tougher. It would be like the case of an army trainer who subjects one of his trainees whom he abhors most to intense training so that he gives in and packs. Unfortunate enough for the trainer, the trainee perseveres to the end ant turns out to be the ‘sweetest part’.
My faith too is strongest when under affliction. You may wonder why I have to trust in a God even when in trouble, but it is the trouble that makes me experience Him more and enable me realize how strong or weak is my faith. How could I gauge that I have a strong or weak faith without the ‘extreme pressure and heat’? Just like a student has to do several exams for him/her to realize how much he/she has understood!
However bad a father might be it is obviously the role of the son to take arms of any sort in his defense. It is this security that is one of the prime reasons why any father desires to be a father so that from his prime age onwards he has got one to take care of him.
Contrary to normal cases where no father consults the child to father him in this case, before the father fathered the son, he requested to be the father and the son granted him permission. Before becoming the father, the father made a promise somewhere that he was going to pay a debt even after becoming a father; the son to be too heard this promise.
Once the man become father, he claims to have responsibilities which may not allow him to pay the debt or if he paid the debt, he would not carry out his responsibilities well as a father. Now the debtor is at the father’s neck; he has to fulfil his promise.
Unfortunately if the father goes ahead to pay the debt, not only his own dignity but also that of the son will be compromised. Should the son let the father be humiliated?
Suppose the father does not live upto his promise, what will be the son’s view of the kind of dad he has? Will the father ever fulfil any of the lousy promises he made to the son before he became the father?
Food for thought!
As Kenyans, we are in the mood of the Mashujaa Day celebration. it is this very year that as a nation we are celebrating 50 years of independence as it is commonly called The Jubilee. But what are we jubilant about?
A country claiming to be celebrating Heroes Day is being attacked both within and around its boader. We claim to be having a professional army which allows terrorists in the country. When the very army is called upon to rescue innocent citizens from the terrorists, the turn it into a ‘God given’ opportunity to loot. As if that is not enough, our learned Legislators clear them but thanks to technology; they could not hide from CCTV cameras.
To prove their professional sterility, they claim to have killed some terrorists whose bodies cannot be located. Are these our heroes?
Dear countrymen, do we consider life to be of any value? Just recently in the terrorist attack in Nairobi, due to someone’s personal pride it became impossible to know the number if innocent lives that were lost. The government having its estimate and the Red Cross its own: how can life be estimated? We can’t say that pieces of life are still being collected for Kenyans to be informed on the exact number of lives lost during the attack.
But it is not a matter of pointing fingers, at an individual level, what have you done for your fellow countryman next door that you can also be considered a hero? Being a hero doesn’t only entail doing something extraordinary for your name to be at every media house. Just be good to the person next to you.
If you don’t have anything that you’ve done that you can celebrate over as a Shujaa, let this Mashujaa Day be an opportunity to think about what you can do for your motherland!
HAPPY MASHUJAA DAY!!!