On our lips but not in our hearts, Kenya @50

Another story, another tear….. a moment of silence please. A moment of stillness as we requite yet another dozen lost souls: hundreds of unfulfilled dreams and thousands of destroyed ambitions. Last year I’d have said 42 were the devil’s favorite number and Narok-Bomet his favorite name. Should I say America’s September 11^th 2009 or should I stick to our own September 14^th 2011.just a bunch of numbers and dates huh? What of September 20^th 2013? Does it by any chance ring a bell?

A careless driver here, an ‘I’m on top of the world’ cigarette smoker there and a vengeful terrorist over there cost thousands of families their loved ones.

‘stale news’ is what you’ll think as u hurriedly skim through this to get it over with; but for me it’s a lost brother, sister, aunt, uncle, mum and dad. Pitiful it sounds (I agree) but shameful is what it truly is because humanity has  long forgotten and long lost its conscience.

“Honey where are you? Are you ok?”

”Yeah I’m in school and I’m okay. You?”

….the conversation goes on and the line eventually goes dead and so does your conscience as you sigh and ‘thank God’ it wasn’t your biological brother or sister or whatever that died. So another human feature story it is. (makes the headline actually). Few ministers pretend to shed a tear here and another there claiming to “all we can to find the perpetrators” but what happens a few days down the line? The chapter is closed and they are off to their campaigns and blah blah blah. But hold up Mr. Politician and you too an unconcerned self declared patriotic citizen of Kenya dutifully celebrating Kenya @50; that there on the picture on the obituary is your brother, sister and parent too.

So don’t you forget the bond that ties you to your fellow human making him and your brother. Westgate terror attack, Sinai fire, Narok-Bomet  road accident, Bungoma genocide………….the list goes on and on.

Hope, dreams and lots of ambitions last made contact with these roads and grounds where souls breathed their last. Graveyards aren’t the richest place anymore but these black spots are. a little mustard seed can go a long way and so does a little caution. A sober mind will also come handy and recommended as well in handling lives.

Another moment of silence please.