THERE IS LIFE AFTER SABASABA.

Kenya is about to burn as we watch. Why is it that hardware businesses are flourishing because pangas and machetes are selling like hotcackes. Even super Chaos is just but a mile away yet somewhere in Nairobi some puny minded Kenyan on social media  is busy complaining about the aroma of omena from his’ neighbor’s place but I don’t blame him because his girlfriend walked out on him for she couldn’t stand the smell of githeri from your kitchen. Need I remind you dear Kenyans that when a gun goes boom or when a panga is raised up, it won’t mystically detect that you are Kikiyu, Kamba, Luo or Maasai and therefore change direction!! This insanity entailing battle of the tribes has to stop. Unless of course you want to see your family burnt to death as you narrowly escape with a deep cut on your leg which by the way will get septic or gangrenous because you will be busy running for your life. Dear Kenyans, need I give the horrific details of sickness, plagues and death that are results of war? I don’t think so, why? Because I think we are smart enough not to turn on each other due to our ethnic differences. There is life after SabaSaba.