Upon the proscenium strobe lights I descend down the rostrum in full knowledge of the expectations of the audience.
It feels like am at the edge of a universal podium and the inhabitants of the world await a life giving address at the commencement of their life journey.
I thus hold on to my breath and slow my steps to revive the anxiety hailing in the atmospheres.
I speak out the words , the drama in them flowing out almost instinctively as the breath in my lungs.
The adlib voices sing out my prelude and I open my mind for the audience to read.
A round of applause follows the second I take a pause and I listen to the sound of my appreciation ,then to the voice in my heart beat and its louder enough to render voiceless the swelling high pitch of the claps.
its been a decade later since we cried for our nation.
At the vintage height of a peace so incredible as we rise Into the weight of a bright future , the memories of those dark days still ensnare our shared brotherhood and I wonder how a nation full of life plunged into such ravage and bloodbath and we still carry on.
The Kenyan story as told by a ten year old is like a melodramatic lamentation with a sad full soul as the background and yelling asides behind the backdrops.
It’s more of an unrealistic ,undercast theatrical production with a lovely ending that is always hijacked when the last laugh almost approaches its optimum pitch.
Am singing now ,holding back my memories at the back and letting them out in droplet torrents that confine the audience into my sad full account of a mid -strangled he goat that is my mother Kenya.
The script says they is such a world as ideal and I swear to the crowd that they is no such word as ideal because we are forced to laugh when tears are flooding in our eyes.
The lad at the saxophone that accompanies my words with some musical taste once told me that the saxophone drives the mouth and not the mouth that drives the saxophone.
So I get the point eventually but at a balance of assumptions. ..
We should be instruments that drive change and not for change to drive us.
The Supreme Court has rendered its verdict against the verdict of a population of no less than Ten million Kenyans who voted in the 2017 presidential election bid and now that only six people carried on the decision against a bench of very rightful minds as the first and second respondent lawyers ,we hear of how no one is above the law and how the court ruling is hailed above by the opposition but what’s the use of not being above the law than watching The decision of millions of Kenyans brought to judgment.
what’s the use of democracy if our own accord and value is killed by six people in the name of law and our day to day activities are savaged into a hiatus ,all because of democracy that bids a loser to petition over and over again,yet we know its not the first time and still we prophesy of the same complaints in the incoming two on two election.
In Kenya we don’t speak
we just watch and tweet
Or share the images on trending Facebook posts.
Thus our education is summoned into a deathless hiatus that hijacks our peaceful semesters.
And the gleeful self proclaimed leader assures those as well cut into his reforms to leave away their errands and join in a demonstration.
and for what use I may ask?
our once beautiful profitable businesses are confined into a Loss making machine and wrapped into heaps of garbage because supporters of the self proclaimed Joshua are not willing to work but to protest for their journey to canaan.
The memories now of the last decade’s close shine bright and dark at the tunnels end .
victims and casualties
fearful kids watching unfolding newstories at the comfort of their homes. Afraid that their ethnicity is not brought to question over allegation of not supporting those who share less of their typical tribe shades.
The words are now slow and less jubilant in the manner i sit at the edge staires of The very auditorium.
I remember those lifes lost in the wake of the violence and my heart weeps within my tearful soul.
The opharns left under the brutal care of a non willing world and the wanton thorns of poverty and conflict that afflict them from day to day ,antagonistic so in their ambition to lessen them from holding on to their dreams.
I count my fingers to the crowd and they are in the figure of those under aged kids out their who swerve away from their dreams each day under the influence of their unmet needs and undeserved reality.
Those bred away from love and kindness , all they know by their mother tongue is affliction and misfortune.
And what is democracy by their mother tongue does wonder my encounter with the word?
A president is a president in the mind and it begins with the push to fulfill other’s dreams rather than yours.
my question to those so willing to rule Kenya why be so hesitant to see that our scholarly timetables are being pushed time to time in the name of our security well being to Carter for your selfish ambition to hold the mantle of leadership in a society that has made it clear it wants you not.
Why fail to see the shooting inflation in alarming rates yet urge us to leave our workplace and join in protests that force us deeper and deeper into the slumber of poverty and need.
Even the dictator regime stressed on a clarion call ;”naturudi mashambani”
A swahili phrase that loosely translates into lets get back to work.
What’s the use of a canaan where i can’t pluck the fruits of freedom in a land that’s not of my tribal blood.
what use is it if I can only study in my campus rooms in kisumu when no political activity is yet to save myself from shedding my skin because those of my tribe are far away from kisumu.
I recently heard that a handshake is no longer a handshake when it passes the elbow.
Democracy is no democracy when it exceeds the threshold of our endeared power of choice and freedom ,for its a way for democracy to put us in contempt of the law and the law in apprehension of our freedom to choose.
What’s the use?
Narrating about Kenyan democracy feels like a mother boasting of her unborn child.
And the stage saxophone goes on and on to control the mouth .