In the world’s poorest and least developed region, sitting on a cradle of wealth, the hope for development and transformation is ominous. Africa’s riches has been left unsubdued or misused by political leaders. Political immorality has curtailed our potential. Dreams of our forefathers are being busted every after dawn and before dusk. Nonetheless, we all agree that this needs to change!
“I looked for a man from among them who would repair the wall and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land, so that I would not destroy it, but I found no one”, the bible records in Ezekiel 22:30. Norm, culture and generation have been used as excuses to fit in. Conformity has surpassed cowardice as the greatest drawback of men and women in fulfilling God’s purpose in their lives.
So this day we were lining up in the mess, and by virtue of where we come from, some of the norms and terms were news to us. “Minced meat ni nini?”, innocently as you would imagine, CK asked the cashier. I still remember that delicious moment when the cashier’s face washed blank with confusion, like her brain cogs couldn’t turn fast enough to take in the information,
It is the greatest commandment, says the Lord, the love of Him and secondly the love of the neighbor. The hurricane of love is undoubtedly the most sought after fulfillment in mother earth. Immeasurable, invisible and weightless, billions have historically got lost in it. It is a beautiful thing, many have confessed. Some at first sight get their frequencies aligned and just like ice melts into rain,
My glossy mahogany-eyes are soaked with tears, sniffling ceaselessly as I navigate the flight of spiral stairways up the top floor. I exposed my vulnerability to them and now my walls have collapsed, brick by brick they tore me apart. The devils I met were not goat-like beasts with scary horns. They were in fact celestial angels, dressed in white.
To Mi alma, the girl of the Eden-mouth and the queen of the galaxy. Greetings from Hereland. To the beautiful you, not like the girls of magazine but the raw, natural and organic mortal that invaded my sense. To the lady, so glassy, in a world where people wear masks. You have given my world a meaning,
PEACE AND SECURITY:FROM THE SPRING TO THE MOUTH..
Many people consider Africa as the poorest continent, never mind the riches and wealth that seats beneath us. Behind the scenes of poverty and unsubdued wealth lies over 1.246 billion people, 16% of the world population, who face a deep sense of uncertainty about their safety. Most Africans are exposed to unlimited threats due to lack or insufficient protection from the respective authorities.
Growing up in a country with over 43 tribes, speaking 68 unique languages, diversity is, with no doubt, a daily buffet in this side of the planet called Kenya. “You can never know where you are going, lest you know where you are coming from”, I can’t just forget the late Margaret Ogola words in her book, ‘THE RIVER AND THE SOURCE’.
“For the present is the point at which time touches eternity”, Writes C.S. Lewis. We are always in constant battle between what we know and what we feel; Head vs Heart. The question always remains, how exactly do we break out of this war? Truth be told, we are confined only by the walls we build ourselves or as somebody once rightly put it,
“This world is not my home”, a song that I have always enjoyed, reminding me that we are just pilgrims on a journey waiting for our permanent migration to our eternal home in heaven. We are passing through this life and rather quickly it seems, and yet it feels like forever. In a place where it doesn’t feel like home anymore,