No mo slaughtering or shooting of a honorable Kenyan

Posted: April 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

The reality of war honorable Kenyans is a very scary and terrifying experience, it’s neither the “Spartans! ahu! ahu!” we shout nor the “Spartacus” we like fantasizing about, its loosing hope for a tomorrow, its being separated with that lady or man you have been dating or your children forever, its seeing that house or car you have been financing going up in flame, its witnessing your mothers hand being slashed with a machete, its watching your dawta being raped and killed, its dying of hunger in a refugee camp, its being burnt alive, its being paralyzed and has to live in a wheelchair because of police bullet, its loosing your tweeter and facebook dream due to internet infrastructure destruction.

We became so ignorant to allow politicians to turn us into zombies and WE slaughtered each other, watched silently as our children die in the war front, the dream and innocence of little ones being abused. While all this took place, the politicians’ kids comfortably made their future bright in a school somewhere abroad.
We [me and you], are guilty, we are the ones who took the weapons, we should forgive each other, live as one family because even if we kill each other; Luos , Kikuyus, kisiis, Kalenjins, Pokots, Turkanas, Ogieks, Kambas, Mijikendas and all other tribes that display beauty in diversity will forever be in Kenyan soil.

In 1992-‘93 I was only 10-11 years old I witnessed the Mau Narok ethnic violence, screams all over, houses burning, dogs barking, people crying, sleepless nights and food tasting stale due to panic, people being brought back dead, some with arrows lodged in their bodies while others disappearing without trace, my mum scared she couldn’t even cook food, who will eat the food? we are all scared ,small kids running around innocently and playing without any idea what crap is happening, to them ‘no school’ is a blessings , people from neighboring interior Mwisho wa lami, Gatimu, Meta and Sururu farms , Likia , Mathangauta amongs others who had lost their properties, houses burnt , children and husbands killed, coming to our small town with gunias[sacks] full of potaoes, clothings and carrying mattresses those who got lucky not to loose their cattle come with it just because we have a police post.

The lame police playing dirty games as always, when we go to them they turn us back telling us our houses haven’t been burnt yet-can you imagine when all this was happening we had police force and Army in this nation. But of cause I can’t blame them they “work with orders from above”.

The war had started bloody weapons being kígútha [sling and stone], thibú [club], jurutati [a club with two sharp ends], itimú [spears], míguí [arrows] and faga [machetes], women made the ígúthas using sisal fibers, men and older boys made thibús, jurutatis from tress, spears and arrows heads were made by village blacksmiths.There were unconfirmed rumors of homemade guns by those old men that participated in Mau Mau war.

Fear was all over the village, young freaking boys (even 13 year old standard 8 pupils) and old men all being forced to go to war to defend the community, the order was; eat meat, take gíchiri [blunt machete] and go to the forest to fight the well armed and ready invaders, most boys have never even succeeded in kicking the ass of class bully and many died. One villager who was a pastor went to fight with gumboots (most villagers were farmers) and when shit got tight they got overwhelmed and people ran back, he couldn’t, that was the last time his wife and kids saw him alive.

Small chickens like me got away with it but faced the humiliation of wearing a skirt, it was alleged that the invaders didn’t want to see any looser that will grow into a man.
At night it was “doria”, shift job of guarding the village and being at Mau escarpment it was freaking cold out there, men survived by smoking score cigarette and “kiraiku” unrefined tobacco.

Women were not spared either, they were busy cooking for fighters and knitting jurutatis (the sling) from sisal fibers, my grand mother exited because she took part in colonial Mau Mau war and took “muma” [oath] and when she hears war she runs towards it, wth!
She used to believe whoever kills you even if you are a sinner carries your sins and you will go to heaven, I always stuck to that gospel and because I wasn’t born again I knew I could die anytime I needed that assurance.

There were road blocks in Mau-Narok Nakuru road especially at Ndefo, where the fighters flashed out of cars any freaking male running away, if you could be able to hold a machete then you can fight, all you needed is eat meat and you are lead to the forest, you had to defend the people or die.

In 2007 every Kenyan experienced the bloodiest of the of them all, I need not go into details, but it’s a lesson for all of us to treat each other with respect and know we are all brothers, every community has its flaws, I have friends from all communities I love. Lets not point fingers even to politicians because they dint take the weapons, it’s us, lets learn to take responsibility of our actions, and lets clean up our mess and learn from it. We need to learn from our mistakes and forgive each other, Kenya is a great Nation and I know the future is bright.

God bless Kenya

If you read this post, know the power to change is in your vote. “It starts by me”

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Comments
  1. Wachira Emmanuel says:

    Deadly, very nyc. Award winning
    Slight correction the change we need is nt thru the vote its thru a mentality change

  2. wazi @mbuku thanks for that correction and i totally agree

  3. niko na niko na niko…na voters card !!!!

  4. vote my dear…please vote

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