There’s nothing to celebrate here.
Erikana ,tuambie Easter ya 90 ilikuwanga aje
CUNT remember, I was just a small boy
The truth is that those so-called wise and prudent theologians know absolutely nothing about the so-called resurrection simply because
it never happened. Easter, or the celebration of the resurrection, is merely a tradition, a tradition that you have been taught from
childhood, and coming into maturity you have accepted it because that is what you were taught. That is what you read bout. That is what your parents made you observed every Easter Sunday. Thus, you continued to go along with it and before you knew it, you had carelessly assumed
what you now believe without question or proof. Easter is the feast of feasts celebrated in honor of the risen Christ. You have even reached the
point where you will defend vigorously and emotionally your belief, a belief that can lead you straight to hell. It has become human nature to
flow with the stream, and to go along with the crowd, to believe and perform like those around you. And, even when you stumble on the
truth, you will not believe because like the majority of the people, you stubbornly refuse to believe what you are unwilling to believe.
There is an old saying that says: He who is convinced against his will is of the same opinion still
Easter in the early early 90s was punctuated by the long rains, which were intense and came without fail. Then of course there was the safari rally, Kenyans we’re gripped and glued to the radio, waiting for updates, and licking their index finger, paging through the dailies to keep up with results. Outside kids had crafted toy cars out of kimbo tins, wire hangers, and old, unused slippers, and held mock races through the mud, swamps, wet grass, and overflowing streams.
The environment was virgin. Flocks of birds overflying above, was a regular occurrence where we lived. The air was relatively clean. Noise pollution was absent.
I was just a little kid but I remember those years with nostalgia.
