KENYA MY WAY.

KENYA  AT  50 MY WAY.

Whatever happened to the good old days when I would comfortably sit next to someone who said ' ojiko' meaning spoon and 'otanda' meaning bed and feel its okay. Or share the same plate of ugali with a stranger and not bother to ask if their hands are washed or not. The days when kids never used the first name when refering to an older person and the phrase 'please' actually meant please and not puulizz...(you know what I mean). Those were the good old days... call me analog, sawa, but you will have to agree things were simpler then and actually fun! Fun that has been corrupted! Come on would you even compare ' duf mpararo' to the classy stagnant swimming pools that has a pee detector, I especially love the way parents those days knew how to detect the 'fun dangerous' game... your guess is as good as mine. The legendary tree climbing competition especially if there were mangoes at the end of the branch, wild guava hunt... and the carefully and creatively modeled mud toy... I mean, we could actually create  just anything from mud! Being in the 90s was even more fun, that was the time when technology stopped being in luo ' tek noloyo ji' (directly translated as difficult, it defeated people) to technology! mixing old school and new school was kinda cool. For me Kenya at 50 is appreciating all that... the past, the growth, the improvement and fun of being born and raised in Kenya! God bless Kenya. Dear kenya happy 50th birthday

KENYA AT 50 MY WAY... PART 2.
I hate to admit this but, I skip lines. Not any other line but the same line we started making in nursery school to take porridge at break time that graduated to primary then university and right now even someone driving a range rover 2014 will at one time line up! the phrase Kenya is a lining nation is actually true, we line up everywhere, in schools, in banks, in church when boarding a PSV. which bring me to my biggest question can we not just be discipline...(hiding my face in shame!). Now you understand why i hate admitting i skip lines! that aside, Kenya at 50 is a historical day that i will not forget, what? with all the preparations, the glamour, the excitement of entering jubilee, the development... i mean we have a lot to be thankful of. this is the day that i also lost my hard earned phone to... should i call him/her thief? No let me just call him/her someone in need, and should i also forget to mention the fact that my phone disappeared when in a line to board a vehicle back home? As i sit in back seat of the bus, begging God with all the sweet words i could imagine quoting every quotable scripture, i begun to think... the issue is not the lines, the issue is the creatures on the line. i assume people should behave like people, my behavior of skipping a line is unspeakable (for luck of a better word), if you are in a hurry, the mistake is not the line or the people in it... just line up like everybody else! Probably there is someone  more late than you!! As we celebrate Kenya at 50, let’s just keep it in mind, the little things are the big things, lining up is just an example there are many more, just reflect on the tiny bits of your day to day activity and you will realize the change we cry for really should start with you! SHALOM KENYA.

 KENYA AT 50 MY WAY... PART THREE.
The phrase 'life is not a walk in the park' is true I agree, but what if we thought of life as a walk in the park? As Kenya turned 50 just the other day, I got thinking and I realized life in Kenya would be far much better if we took it as a walk in the park. See, everyone is allowed to walk in the park, there are no restrictions whatsoever. I have walked in the parks too and I realize whether I approved or disapproved anyone, it was purely outward appearance, judgment in terms of their dressing, walking style... which rarely doesn't say much about people. I mean someone with a 'bad' hairstyle may be going through a bad-hair-day, or the lady walking in heels discomfort fully spelt on her face, probably didn't know she would have to walk all the way, maybe her ride got a puncture or something! One thing for sure is as I walked in the park, things like tribe, religion, political preferences, social-economic class never crossed my mind. I simply saw people as people, Kenyans!
I just wonder, if employers didn't discriminate on tribal grounds, or measure respect in terms of social classes, if people didn't hate others because of their political preferences or religious beliefs, wouldn't life in Kenya be just like a walk in the park? Injustice simply because am from a certain social class, corruption because my name starts with a A, O or M and so for me to get that position I have to bribe my way in, tribalism where I only help and love someone from my region and the rising gap between the rich and the poor simply because all the best schools, the best hospitals, the best... the best everything is only afforded by the rich!
How beautiful would life in Kenya be if we just took life as a walk in the park, where we simply look at each other as Kenyans, who have an equal right to be in the park just like anybody else? Tafakari na pamoja tusonge mbele.