Hello, Hi, How are you? I am trying to be nice so I hope you mentally said ' hi too'...Did you sanitise today? Are you wearing a mask? Are you tired of hearing these two questions? Well, that makes the two of us. It's not the only thing I am tired of. Let's talk about this country.
I used to get goosebumps when I heard our national anthem played in fields so large I felt invisible. Especially when we won marathons. I could recite the arrangement of the flag colours even in my sleep. I joined girl scouts in my school. I could not wait to get to 18, just so I could vote. But everything has changed now and it's not for the better.
Our country has become a shadow of it's former self. A caricature, a shell of what used to be. And everyday on this red soil feels like a dream that almost materialises but then you wake up with a longing desire to know the end. Worst part is that even when you fall asleep again , you either dream about something totally different or you don't dream at all.
I always wondered why kenyan sportsmen and women would change their citizenship and pledge allegiance to play for another country, till I heard stories of how they slept on airport waiting rooms just because hotel rooms hadn't been fully paid for.How they had to wait for their salaries for months end on. How they don't get any benefits even after retirement or say an injury. Yet they are expected to perform marvelously and make us proud.
Almost everyone I have met has told me they would not think twice if they got a chance to go to America or even relocate all together.
"It's the land of opportunity" they said.
Atleast they would not die in line waiting to be treated. They would not have to watch a mother give birth on the streets due to negligence
''those images still linger you know'' they said.
They would not have to wake up to doctors yelling and carrying placards on the streets every other month. Teachers wouldn't have to be in solidarity forever.
I didn't wanna adress the whole inflation issue, obnoxiously high taxes and the budget increasing every year because I flunked my business class, but ,you know it's bad if a person who is terrible with numbers is adressing it. When a car goes for 1.5m here in kenya , and someone can still get the same car from Tanzania (that communist/socialist country as we all love to call it) at half a mil, then clearly we have a problem.
Well, they tried changing the education system , you saw how that went, chaotic is an understatement Even confucius would have done a better job ( pun intended). There is still is konza city, the whole erecting stadiums hulabaloo, implementation of some clauses in the 2010 constitution, switching up the transport system to transits and the subway. And instead of concetrating on finishing the half done projects we are embarking on a new one, The BBI .What even makes you think it's gonna get to the implementation stage?
Then I thought, you can't blame it all on the economy, start your own business, be your own boss, break the glass ceiling .Till I read on the tax rates and license costs incurred to setup an actual business in this country.The requirements are bogus, criminal even.Is it that they are protecting the already established monopolies? Or they just kill new business ideas for fun? I am spoilt for choice here, help me pick.
Point is , the phrase "najivunia kuwa mkenya" slowly has graduated tu "navumilia kuwa mkenya". It is sad, a pity, and the fact that we all are waiting for a saviour is worrying. All of them are cut from the same cloak. We try to go for the lesser evil, we settle, we say if not him , who else will make a better candidate.
But I say, when we are tired , really tired we will be loud, we will be seen and we will be heard. I hope that we have the courage to when the time comes.Punda amechoka.
Side note: Please stop wearing that bracelet if you haven't read the BBI...