Hello Motherland Kenya,
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| I swear by God, I shall die Kenyan! |
First of all, receive
warm greetings from a son cherishing the relevance of a mother in his life. It
doesn’t mean that by doing that now am enjoying or celebrating. It’s just that
I know you raised me and I have to take good care of you in your old age
however much you don’t appreciate the fact that I will be obliged to do that
soon.
Greetings aside! By
taking the decision to write to you this letter, I have a number of issues
paining my heart, even I am afraid I may be having profuse cardiac haemorrhage
that hasn’t yet been diagnosed, that I would like to seek your attention. To
start with, is the way your political scene is evolving and revolving everyday
on tribal and regional polarity? Actually, politics is really a good thing and
sweet part of democracy but only when practiced in the right manner. However, I
have been witnessing you allow my elder brothers play with it in a manner that
does not conform to the true principles of Democracy. I beg you review your
notes on Abraham Lincoln’s view of democracy and what democracy he advocated
for. Check on how he defined it and practiced, then share with my elder
brothers and sisters please.
Secondly, it is the way
you don’t give me an ear whenever I speak to you or even when I intend to speak
to you. As a good parent, it would be good if you would sit down and give my
pleas consideration they require. I don’t mean that am noble than you, but I
simply say that I also need a chance to grow in a way that I see to be good.
Your wisdom is good, but your age doesn’t allow you to conform to the changes
of this generation. You force me sometimes to do what is not good of me and
torture me mentally by subjecting me to policies that are not realistic and
without any reconnaissance.
Beautiful motherland, I
don’t want to bother you too much, but allow me to tell you one more thing that
I feel if I tell you last will bear less weight. Consider some of your sons and
daughters whom we are languishing in poverty where as some of our elder brother
spill food after every meal daily because they cooked more than enough. Why
should some of us with same genetic reconstitution inherited from you die from
drought when some of our sisters die in floods? Also allow me to ask why some
of our sisters should die and their properties destroyed when our elder
brothers you appointed to take care of us selfishly look at it? Why? Why my
beautiful motherland? I ask why please?
It is in agony and with
endless rows of tears that I narrate this to you despite the little
consideration you may not give. I don’t mean that I can make you any better if
I were you, but at least I know with your wisdom you can dialogue with me and
give consideration to what I feel is right however much some of my brothers
whom you favour may oppose it to please you.
Not to get you bored,
allow me to remind you that I was once taught that one of the steps in problem
solving process is identifying all possible solutions, considering the weight
of each, before embarking on implementation.
Oh beautiful
motherland, wipe away my tears so that I join you in your smile. Your gallant
smile, irresistible beauty and charming voice, are enough! Just consider
improving by considering my request.
Hoping to hear from you
Yours optimistic,
Loyal, Loving and self-motivated son,
Patriotic
Kenyan.
DAIMA MIMI NI
MKENYA!(Eng; Forever am a Kenyan)
AUTHOR: OKOTI ALUORA
PATRICK
EMAIL:okoti.theloyal@gmail.com
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