The Goldfish Nation

It is said the goldfish has a memory of five seconds. Well yesterday marked exactly 2 years since the last general election and while a lot has been said and done, the common mwananchi languishes in pain, agony and a lot of dreams shattered even before they were born. If living in the moment was a country then I guess we all know Kenya is the country or hey, maybe you have already forgotten about what we’re talking about after all, isn’t a country’s leadership a mirror image of it’s citizens? So today I decided to remind YOU, who is reading this the type of country we are living in. July 28th 2017, Joseph Musando was found dead. His body dumped somewhere he may have never even set foot while alive. Why? For doing his job. The job he was entrusted to solemnly perform led him to his grave and in my opinion way earlier before his time, may his soul rest in peace. But how can we speak of peace when the perpetrators of this tragic incident roam free. Dr. Miguna Miguna, the man who was named twice was furiously thrown out of Kenya, a country where he was a citizen by birth, a country where he had even vied for the post of governor in its capital city. Despite numerous court orders to allow him to return, no one seems to give a toot or hoot of this. Two years ago, an electoral body hired in January to perform an election in August was riddled with insecurities and doubts of underperforming delivered in my opinion the worst elections, even though I have been around to witness only three so it is safe to say the worst of the three I have witnessed. Fast forward to 2019, two years on. We recently lost three top officials in the country due to cancer and suddenly it has triggered so much emotion that it is in line to be termed a “national disaster”. Not to be pessimistic but in the coming months we will all look back and think like, “Oh, we had talked of this thing called cancer but what happened?” Well truth be told, we happened. We as a nation have failed. All along we have been fighting the wrong war celebrating victory with each battle we won and at the end of the day lamenting why we still are fighting. The truth of the matter is that we put too much talk and emotion into events that occur that we forget the most important thing, action. We blame our leaders for corruption but forget that corruption starts with you. The simple act of, “Baba enda dukani ununue maziwa alafu nitakununulia sweet…” instils a sense of entitlement where the kid knows that he can merely not offer to go to the shop voluntarily but must demand an incentive. The kid then grows up demanding more as age advances and when he or she finds themselves in the office of power, they know that they cannot merely serve without taking some from themselves. And how did this all begin, from the mwananchi I started by defending and shedding tears for. Typical what goes around comes around right? But well, after all is said and done, it is time to act. Lest we remain the Goldfish country.

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