Dear Fellow Kenyans,
I am writing you this letter from an internally displaced camp. I am tired of seeing these faces of gloom and despair surrounding me. Are we really Kenyans? Once able and successful families have been torn down and reduced to weak, mediocre and hopeless groupings. Do we really have a role to play in the society?
First, let me take you through a recent well choreographed and directed horror based Riverwood movie that we produced in the name of post election violence. We ran away from ourselves straight into darkness, where we got filled with confusion. While in the dark, we violently raped our women and sisters. What a shame! We violently and blindly turned against each other. We killed our sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents. With zeal and energy, we looted from ourselves. I have constantly wondered what we will ever tell God on the Judgment day!
Our actions turned our beloved society into one family of orphanage and internally displaced persons (IDPs). Since then, we have grown in horror and fear. We no longer know what is wrong or right. I fear for our women and children. Yes, they are more vulnerable than ever. They are forced to live and grow without the love and guidance of fathers. Fathers have been forced back to the kitchen, to burn their fingers in daily attempts to prepare meals. What story will we ever tell the next generation? That we allowed greed and selfishness to eat into our moral fiber. That just like Judas, we were quick to betray our holy and beloved land, Kenya.
Condemned we were, but privileged to have a second chance just like the prodigal son. Yes, we have a very very dark past. An ugly and frightening scene of post election violence. We were troubled, terrified, horrified and shocked. But that is all now in the past. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Let us be back to the table and learn to eat and feed each together. Equally, we have a responsibility over our East African neighbors. To set a pace and standard for them. We are blessed in terms of strategic location to serve them. This is a special gift from God.
We no longer live in the past. Our country has been re-born. We have a new constitution to guide and protect us. Let us preach unity and harmony. Peace and prosperity amongst ourselves. Let us all unite and build our institutions. They are our future. Let us stand up for each other and be the best that we can be to our society. Where there is drought, let us be quick to take food. Where there are no homes, let us unite to construct. Where there is hopelessness, let us preach hope. Kenya is ours. In sickness and in health. In richness and in poverty. For better and for worse. Kenya has enough for all of us. United we shall always stand and prosper. But if we are divided again; then I am afraid that the world might not give us a second chance.
I am writing you this letter from an internally displaced camp. I am tired of seeing these faces of gloom and despair surrounding me. Are we really Kenyans? Once able and successful families have been torn down and reduced to weak, mediocre and hopeless groupings. Do we really have a role to play in the society?
First, let me take you through a recent well choreographed and directed horror based Riverwood movie that we produced in the name of post election violence. We ran away from ourselves straight into darkness, where we got filled with confusion. While in the dark, we violently raped our women and sisters. What a shame! We violently and blindly turned against each other. We killed our sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents. With zeal and energy, we looted from ourselves. I have constantly wondered what we will ever tell God on the Judgment day!
Our actions turned our beloved society into one family of orphanage and internally displaced persons (IDPs). Since then, we have grown in horror and fear. We no longer know what is wrong or right. I fear for our women and children. Yes, they are more vulnerable than ever. They are forced to live and grow without the love and guidance of fathers. Fathers have been forced back to the kitchen, to burn their fingers in daily attempts to prepare meals. What story will we ever tell the next generation? That we allowed greed and selfishness to eat into our moral fiber. That just like Judas, we were quick to betray our holy and beloved land, Kenya.
Condemned we were, but privileged to have a second chance just like the prodigal son. Yes, we have a very very dark past. An ugly and frightening scene of post election violence. We were troubled, terrified, horrified and shocked. But that is all now in the past. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Let us be back to the table and learn to eat and feed each together. Equally, we have a responsibility over our East African neighbors. To set a pace and standard for them. We are blessed in terms of strategic location to serve them. This is a special gift from God.
We no longer live in the past. Our country has been re-born. We have a new constitution to guide and protect us. Let us preach unity and harmony. Peace and prosperity amongst ourselves. Let us all unite and build our institutions. They are our future. Let us stand up for each other and be the best that we can be to our society. Where there is drought, let us be quick to take food. Where there are no homes, let us unite to construct. Where there is hopelessness, let us preach hope. Kenya is ours. In sickness and in health. In richness and in poverty. For better and for worse. Kenya has enough for all of us. United we shall always stand and prosper. But if we are divided again; then I am afraid that the world might not give us a second chance.
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