“Kenya nchi yangu, naipenda kuliko asali…” (I love my country Kenya more than honey), sang one of the patriotic state choirs early this morning on a local TV station. Those beautiful rhythms bring back the nostalgia of what this special day meant to me when I was a kid.
We’d wake up early, to watch our heroes and freedom fighters. Learn a thing or two about their role in making Kenya an independent and democratic sovereign nation. Religiously and keenly follow the defense forces march in sync saluting and showing reverence to the head of state. Later We’d perch on walls eagerly waiting for the famous jet Somersets and spiralling exhaust smoke that would decorate the blue sky. Funny thing actually is “Kenyatta Day“- as it was formerly known- was always sunny. Hence a blue sky was a guarantee.
Today I don’t know if kids still wake up to watch the TV and follow the proceedings. I bet the culture has slowly and stealthily disappeared from our routine as ‘patriots‘. Do we really have anything to smile about?
These days we are not sure our students in school are safe. When ironically, some years back ,boarding schools were a prestigious and respectable way of going through the 8–4–4 system. It was kind of elite. Especially if you were lucky enough to end up in the so called national or provincial school. Is it now?
Just the other day the Kenyan manufacturer’s body made an expected announcement of looming lay offs amongst their staff. Companies are downsizing and hiring cautiously. A diminishing intent on recruitment and hiring of new staff starting in the first quarter of next year. This is not surprising anymore. That’s what is expected in a politically anxious nation.
But that aside. Bado najivunia kuwa mkenya. I live and die in Africa as sauti Sol put it in one hit. I’ll never stop smiling at the sweet sound and melody of our national anthem being played skillfully by the defense forces band. The slow beats. A patriotic beat that melts my heart and reminds me am Kenyan. There might not be much to smile about. But there is a lot to be grateful for.
Life has to move on, it’s about time we celebrated the small insignificant achievements we are making as individuals within this nation. We should learn to adopt a gratitude attitude. Extend trust and love to the next door neighbor and truly see politics as the game it is. Realistically this is just a fight between the haves. Let them. The have nots should be rational and cautious. Don’t die like a fool for someone who doesn’t even know your surname. Want to be a hero? Do it the right way and fight for a worthy cause. Fight for peace and cohesion.
We have our children. Families. sportsmen and women. Our institutions. Our diverse heritage.Our defense forces. Religious freedom still. Plus a tropic climate that makes excursions all year long suitable. Maybe when we learn to appreciate the little and good we have. We won’t be so darn worried about who takes it all but rather what they will bring with them in leadership.
Hopefully that person is the designated survivor like Kirkman ready to do just.
I think its about time Kenya sworn in its designated survivor so we can move on and concentrate on other things. What do you think?
Breathe peace. Exhale peace. Happy Mashujaa day!