BROKEN EASTER

Let see, I was so psyched up… four days… sweet! I left the office almost dancing, smiling from ear to ear. Everything that always seems to bore me that day was simply… I don’t know, like gone! I mean it didn't even occur to me that I was stuck in traffic for an hour on the same spot! I was so much in high spirit and I told myself over and over again that nothing was going to bring me down… until I heard the news!

Garissa massacre! How could I even forget about that, a lump formed in my throat and my tear bag broke as the voices in the radio kept talking about the unfortunate and sad occurrence. Westgate, mpeketoni, mandera…those were sad, but Garissa university!! That is…there is no adequate  English to describe, I cried, because that could have been anyone or anywhere, and for a moment I stopped to wonder why God keeps me alive, what good am I even doing when three quarters of my prayers are just about me!…did they really deserve it, was it even fair…do I understand why God allows something’s to happen…no, no and no, but hey many people have written, spoken and discussed the incident and mine is no better…but my verdict, those cowards should just be burnt in very hot cooking oil (mafuta moto!) then again am reminded of the reason for the season- unconditional love of God.

As we judge and accuse and curse, pointing fingers and pray against all manner of evil, let’s remember that Jesus died for everybody, EVERYBODY! Terrorists, pagans, thieves, rapists, adulterous, murderous…you name them!  

So whether you (alshabab) believe it or not, Jesus died for you too, but it’s so unfortunate for you that you will die not knowing what manner of love you were loved with, that like Judas Iscariot you are just being used to fulfill the same scriptures you defame! … I rest my case.



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