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WHY I FEEL BITTER WITH KENYANS...

AS LONG AS...

As long as a country’s president got the guts, the balls and the audacity to stand on live TV to boldly dismiss and trash a Court’s critical decision; as long as the head of state can with impunity, at the expense of the electorate, use his powers to negotiate dubious deals meant to for personal enrichment; as long as innocent children are rounded up and shot on the head by terrorists because the mediocre ministry in charge of security failed to cover their small heads; as long as leaders pocket taxpayers’ money and walk away scot-free, standing tall in the corridors of power; as long as ethnicity in the nation has completely compromised integrity and politicians support those ‘guilty’ off open corruption; as long as the country hosts some of the most wealthy humans in the continent; as long as, half a century down the line, their exist five millionaires and fifteen million beggars; as long as it takes a million people one day to make one millionaire; as long as coercion and intimidation characterizes the country’s democratic aura, rendering staunch patriots into blind sycophants; as long as political socialist philosophers keep disappearing mysteriously and no one cares to explain to the citizenry; as long as the government keeps borrowing grants and loans without justifying the action to the public; as long as expectant mothers die giving birth en route to hospital because a certain governor munched money meant for upgrading the road; as long as that little boy in Tiaty slowly degenerates into an empty shell because of going for weeks without a taste of water; as long as that beautiful little girl in Matuu slowly succumbs to the merciless bite of malaria because a certain MP secretly auctioned malaria tablets meant for her; as long as that thin,  hungry policeman is forced to carry a heavy gun for days and nights continuously protecting the life of that pot-bellied  civil servant who works three days a week; as long as our defence forces are subjected to un-sayable  inhumane working conditions in the pretence of fishing out terrorists; as long as the rich continue manufacturing killer alcohol that continues to wreck havoc in the lives of the sons and daughters of the poor in Nyeri and none is thrown to prison; as long as the men of the cloth turn into daylight thieves and robbers who often get away with humungous offences only punishable by death; as long as long as Indian businessmen unashamedly enrich themselves by the sweat of a black family man in Industrial area; as long as rich landlords and landladies employ the energies of agents to ruthlessly evict poor tenants for failing to raise that unreasonable rent; as long as the children of the poor continue staying at home and often go for months without learning as their rich counterparts enjoy lavish education in private schools; as long as newspapers every morning hit our faces with headlines of ongoing or looming strike by teachers and doctors because of poor pay; as long as qualified graduates are not able to secure any promising job simply because ‘they don’t know people’; as long as politicians take the masses for a ride, using them on and just before elections and dump them, then later run to beg them for ‘special-prayers’ because the Natural Laws of Justice has caught up with them; as long as that that girl in Narok continues living with the pain of being raped repeatedly and daily by her uncle and she has no one to turn to as the authorities are all cheaply compromised …THEN you know why I feel BITTER with KENYANS.        

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