Earlier this week, I happened to find myself in an impromptu political debate in a matatu from Gikomba. There is this Rwandese guy, from his looks you can gather that he has seen the passage of about 5 decades. His swahili diction has the mixture of kisii pitched scent. He seems calm, his eyeballs pop out of their sockets every time he pushes that hard smile. His tear dam has gone dry over the years.

Apparently when the genocide started in Rwanda, he was a banker in the capital. He had gone to visit his folks 30 kilometres away with his family. The particular day, he woke up went for a stroll but on coming back he noticed a smoke piping up from his village. As he approached he heard a first gun shot. From the thickets he could see a group of youths chanting while a lifeless body of who used to be his papa lied on the ground.

Then they dragged the rest of his family, paraded them, amputated his mother, his sister and his wife with machetes… He watched as they gang raped his 16 year old daughter and then slit her throat with a panga before torching all the houses. For the next 6 hours he squeezed himself in a porcupine hole as gunshots and screams filled the air around his neighborhood.

“wakenya hamjui vita ni nini” he slowly mumbles out as he struggles to open the window… He says he walked for 36 days in a dense forest, and every corner was a fresh heap of bodies. He got a company of 8 guys in the forest, and a times they were forced eat raw dead human body organs and leaves to survive. After 36 days they saw a tarmac and luckily they got picked up by UN caravan… He is now a barber here in Nairobi.

So good people, we have come to that stage where our political gods have drilled stupidity in our skulls. One day those careless utterances we call posts and comments here will be the seed. And a negative seed thrives so fast even in infertile soil… When it grows it will come back and haunt us. And when that day comes, teargas, military, demonstration, constitution or election laws won’t stop anything.

When that day comes your career, your family, Kenya Power, safaricom or your useless Facebook account where you exercise your corwadness and premature stupidity won’t be there. It will be a vacuum. You will watch as they burn your family and your political gods will be miles away skinny dipping their bellies in beach sand and saunas.

Every word you throw out there will one day come back. Remember a dead kikuyu is not greater than a dead Luo… There is nothing like you are deader than me… Let us not create walls, tomorrow you might need me.

yeah, but there comes a time…

Totally agree…were it not for the same international intervention that some people are telling off today, we were headed the Rwanda way in 2007-2008. I pray for a day when most Kenyans will not put so much into politics and tribalism.

we either live together as brothers or perish together as fools
-Martin Luther

first bit seems to have failed in this country

Post this as a thread on Twitter or a FB post for a greater audience. This should be in the newspapers!

Truer words have never been spoken. At times you look at team UOTP and RWNBP tearing down one another and you wonder…

You never miss the water until the well runs dry.

Same way, you never value peace until you experience war.:(:frowning: