Fellow Citizens, I write to you today not because I am convinced that I know but because I am convinced I should not keep quiet. I write this letter to you today because of this unwavering confidence that I have on the power that words possess; the power to impart lasting change.
It is with great hope that I am convinced from inside that these words ain’t going to be just words, but words that can bring a new era in our nation. An era of peace, togetherness, tribalism free, corruption free and ethnicity free.
The status is alarming, that’s why I am finding it more than a necessity for me to echo things out.
The ‘Uhuru’ that we celebrate every year is in danger. The freedom that had been fought so hard is in jeopardy. Though it’s past a jubilee since we thought we had fully attained independence, it doesn’t seem like.
Our mama land is growing more and more inhabitable day by day. It’s growing less hospitable every time we misuse the key each one of us is endowed with to bring dawn to our country. It’s growing less ours everyday, having only if there is, a fraction of an inch to cling on at the narrow end of the pyramid.
With fellow Citizens starving in some forgotten corners our country, should I say all is well with me?
With people of my own going thirsty, is it safe for me to say all is well?
But do we live in a desert? No. Not at all. I refuse to accept that no matter how many times I am meant to believe so. There is enough food to feed our hungry stomachs and enough water to quench our thirst.
Should I say all is well with me, when the economy is so cruel on me, giving me that troubled look seeking even that single coin remaining in my pocket?
In the words of Martin Luther King jnr, ” we begin to die the day we decide not to speak of the truth”.
So, Is all fine from where you sit?
We are living in a Kenya where we are afraid of each other. I am afraid of the world you live in and you are afraid of mine in turn. I am afraid of expressing my ideas and you are afraid of sharing yours in turn.
A Kenyan rising against a fellow Kenyan, tribe against another and community arming itself against another community. Slaughtering of the innocents. Brotherhood?
You know I was also scared of speaking out. I was scared of being confronted and being mistaken for a pessimist. Being confronted for not talking of the all the infrastructural developments already accomplished and many others underway, but instead pin pointing the ‘ cancers’ and ‘ leprosys’ befalling this nation.
To be sincere I was also feeling the same, but it’s a crisis. I am convinced I should say.
People are thirst and starving out of ignorance. It’s our ignorance that has been gathering generation after generation responsible for the unfathomable effects we all share.
But should the generations coming also suffer out of our ignorance? No. Not at all.
I say this not because I am too dreamy, or I am trying to be a visionary. Instead, I am writing this because I feel this is the ultimate way to secure a more hospitable, habitable and romantic home not only for ourselves but also for the children of our children who largely depend on the decisions we make today.
It’s time therefore as a country we accept that the ship that was bestowed to us by the men and women who proved to be heroes, that it’s drowning while we are deep asleep in our ignorance, watering it to breed more and more ,if in case we happen to move out of our heavy blankets.
It’s roots are evidently deep now but not too deep for one people. A people who stand up together. A people who have a common purpose, destined for a tribalism free, corruption free and ethnicity free nation.
Initially, as I thought I was filled with fear and worry. But now, as I sit down to communicate this out not to myself alone but to the entire nation, I cannot hide the confidence that I am filled with.
It’s my hope that we all team up, from all corners of our country and declare war to tribalism, corruption and ethnicity.
It’s my hope that we all put our tribes aside and work as one people to make our mama land great.
It is my hope that we all join hands and speak ,and sing this same language.
To those who are still wondering whether the glass from which we all drink from, whether it is half-full or half-empty, may I clarify to you that it is refillable for one people.
Yes it’s possible. Let’s make it possible.
Sincerely yours, Fellow Citizen
© The Archetype