Magical Day for Magical Kenya

Yesterday, July 28th 2010, was a monumental day for Kenya as, coincidentally it marked the official opening day for two historic events in the country, the World Scouts Moot and African Senior Athletics Championships. It's a first for Kenya on both events, and indeed the first ever World Scouts Moot to be held in Africa.

The President (and his escorts) had a busy day as he had to open both events whose opening ceremony was almost back to back. And he managed, arriving at the Nyayo Stadium still draped in his scouting gear (though he got rid of it before reaching the dais).

A proud day for Kenya indeed, which was duly crowned with the first Gold and Bronze medals in the men 10000m final.

We wish all athletes a wonderful five days, a spirit of African unity and a taste of magical Kenya.

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My Take-Off Nightmare

The plane made a bold rumbling and taxied off towards take-off point, then lifted lazily into the sky. I knew the drill. I had been here several times before. Still I tensed up – something I did during take-off without fail. It seemed to me these large Boeings ascended rather slowly for their size (not true, just perspective) and at times felt like they were losing power and needed a push upwards. Mh, not very comfy…

All I wanted was for this part to be over and to see the cabin crew unbelt and get busy, a sign that all was well and clear. And soon my wish was granted. We acquired the height where the crew is allowed to unbelt, and they busied themselves preparing to feed us something. But then suddenly, as if on cue, the plane seemed to lurch downwards before bouncing up again. This happened a few times and soon the environment inside the plane was positively troubled as it became obvious our flight had encountered an unforeseen problem. We heaved up and down almost uncontrollably, sometimes appearing to be headed right for the ground. Very unsettling when you consider we were supposed to be climbing, not going down!

‘Cabin crew, take your seats,’ came the announcement on the intercom. And now I was positively horrified. See, this had never happened to me on a flight before. Everyone knew the crew usually did not belt up again until the landing, unless the plane was in serious trouble and the Captain foresaw danger. So it was that my heart jumped to my mouth.

I knew exactly who to blame. (Satan, who obviously did not want me to see my beloved country again!) So I pleaded with God silently. I reminded Him of all our earlier negotiations and conversations. ‘God please no. This is not what we talked about. You know I’ve got things to go do back home. You’ve got to see us through this,’ I prayed frantically as the plane continued to heave up and down. Sometimes it seemed to fall 10 meters straight before coming up again as the pilot struggled to stabilize the troubled craft.

I wish I could say this happened quickly but it infact seemed to go on forever as we made our ascent headed across the English Channel. Eventually though it did calm down and the Captain came on the intercom again. ‘We apologize about that. The turbulence we encountered had not been forecast and we have been informed that the aircraft before us went through the same turbulence.’

Mh, comforting! I thought. Unforeseen, unforecast turbulence. Fancy that…! What other unforecast things were we likely to encounter?

Soon the cabin crew were able to take off their belts and get busy with the service, but the belt-up sign remained for the rest of us and, frankly, I doubt anyone was in a hurry to unbelt.

The lady next to me busied herself putting on her socks while her husband looked straight ahead with clenched jaw, obviously concerned about the turbulent take-off. ‘That was a rough turbulence huh?’ I said when I had found my voice. ‘What turbulence?’ came the incredulous answer from the lady next to me. ‘Did you not feel it?’ I asked. She had to be joking. ‘No, I did not feel a thing.’

Well, lucky her, I thought. How she could have missed that, or the Captain’s announcement to the crew, I’ll never know. But she was the better for it – the rest of us were a basketcase of nerves. The turbulence had now eased considerably, but it was a long while later, somewhere over the Mediterranean, before we experienced a truly smooth flight.

Now flying has never really been my cup of tea but it has to be done. Truth be told, after the take-off, which I always find excruciatingly nerve-racking, the rest of it is a smooth ride. And despite what they say about the dangers thereof, I really do enjoy the landing. It never bothers me and usually signifies my arrival. (Of course I’m not naive, I know how many accidents happen during landing, but still, perspective like I said. I have no problem with landing.)

Take-off for me however is one of those necessary evils. As soon as the wheels leave the ground, I know the only safe way down is to get to the desired altitude and destination. As soon as the process begins I go involuntarily very quiet inside. Talking to me at this juncture is futile as I don’t verbally respond, maybe just a vacant stare. (Mark you I’m not the only one. Several people can be observed with their eyes tightly shut.)

Once the cabin crew unbelts I relax just a little but not enough, till the Captain removes the belting sign for everyone. At this point I relax a little more but it’s not until about an hour into the flight that I am myself again. Due to the tension I usually can’t stand that first meal served immediately after take-off. It’s all I can do not to scream, ‘Leave me alone! How can you think about food at a time like this?’ I only pick at this meal and am usually very relieved when the crew finally clears it from my little table.

Looking at me though, you would probably never guess how tense I get inside the first hour of flying. This is because I react by going quiet and withdrawing into myself as opposed to heavy breathing or verbal panic. But it’s still there.

I guess had it not been for this scary experience, I would never have known what they mean by turbulence. All my flights had been hitherto in huge, comfortable crafts and stable weather. But it had to happen on my final journey back to Kenya. I shudder to think what could have happened had it been a smaller aircraft. There were times I genuinely wondered whether we were going to plummet right back to the ground. It very much felt like it and I was beginning to silently ask God why He would get me so excited about going back home only to end it in this way.

Well, it didn’t happen and I am safely back in this beautiful land, thank God, but I developed a new respect for flying. You can never take anything for granted, and indeed you must always be prepared.

They never should have grounded the Concorde. I know in its old age it did a couple of terrible accidents but by and large, due to its unbelievable speed I'm sure one never felt the pain of take-off, and before you could begin to fidget you were home and dry. I was kinda hoping to get rich enough to use the Concorde when suddenly they announced its demise without any foreseeable resurrection. Well, I still believe another supersonic craft will arise, and hopefully by then, I'll be able to afford it!

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Good Systems our Lifeline

For any institution to thrive and excel, certain principles must be followed. There has to be that set of rules that keeps everyone functioning in a fairly set and predictable manner so that surprises are kept to a minimum. Indeed, surprises are not condoned unless they are pleasant ones.

Good organisations set systems in place because, just as humans must have a leader to achieve a common purpose, so must they have a system to drive and dictate the process. If you have ever tried to get a group of people to work together without an appointed leader of any definition, then you know how it would be like to try and get the same group to work together without a set system and rules.

It is an illusion that man (and woman), left to his own devices, will do good and maintain integrity out of the goodness of his soul. Indeed, he may be willing to do good, but given too much room and space to himself he begins to entertain thoughts, or rather evil begins to whisper to him on all the things he can do and get away with, things that would bring a certain amount of pleasure/comfort to his life and those close to him.

We mostly start as good, well-meaning people. We even have convictions and we don’t shy away from making them known. We swear by them and condemn anyone who dares to behave contrary to our righteous values. Yet, left unchecked, with no one to point out the wrong in our actions, or when immersed in an atmosphere of impunity where everyone does as they please with little or no consequences, we quickly adapt and grab what we can, conscience conveniently discarded with, to be removed from the drawer long after we have relished the delights of the forbidden fruit.

Systems help stop us in our tracks. You are deluded if you think the reason we stay away from many immoral deeds is because we loathe them and cannot be seen anywhere near them. Truth be told, some of them are quite delightful – at least in the short-term – and it’s all we can do to stay away or keep our minds from dwelling on them. The reason why most of us stay away (many don’t) is because there is a law, a system that says it’s wrong, that we are not allowed, and that there will be serious consequences should we succumb, consequences that may find us here or follow us to the afterlife. Often times we also stay away as we can’t bear the shame of being associated with those deeds if caught - so valued is our reputation in society.

We rave and marvel when people behave in a way we didn’t expect, when those in positions of authority disappoint us, when leaders exhibit behaviour that is akin to the animal kingdom in it’s selfishness and utter thoughtlessness. We especially shudder when they somehow get away with it. The fact is, this only happens when there are no proper systems in place. Systems that would, for the most part, check this kind of behaviour and, at the same time, be efficient enough to punish anyone who dares to flout the rules anyway.

Unless we create workable systems, we are expecting too much of our chosen and elected leaders. They are, after all, human, many of whom have had the unequal advantage of studying Political Science, a subject I have no knowledge of but suspect has a lot to do with our pain and misrule in many nations.

This begs the question though, ‘Who will create the system?’ Because, see, whether you like it or not, systems are created over time by the rulers of the day: The very leaders we are trying to contain. Hence the need for all to speak out, make our voices and desires known; hence the need for more and more men and women of integrity to aspire to leadership positions so that, eventually, however painstakingly, bad systems (or sheer lack of systems) will be replaced with systems created by conscientious human beings who fear God and respect their fellow man enough to pursue and want to pursue true justice.

And if anyone is listening, this is as good a time as any for our nation to start thinking systems and forget personalities. Personalities are simply people, full of weaknesses and failures, capable of doing us much harm. What we need are systems, as systems can tame even the worst of human beings and channel their energy only to productive uses. Persons may, if they so wish, expend their negative energy in private vices (which we don’t wish to know or hear about, thank you very much!) But when it comes to public service, we only want the straightjacket of clean and development conscious behaviour and activity. Indeed, should we learn of your secret vice and decide it’s interfering with public service, then we have every right to dispense with you. So important is honour and absolute purity in public service, and it’s time our leaders learnt and lived by that fact.

The sooner we get to the point where we run by systems and not persons, the quicker our civilization and democracy will mature. Excellence will find its place in our land, and the desert places will soon be transformed into the Garden of Eden. For when everyone pulls their weight in a predictable, predetermined manner, then we shall achieve results we have hitherto only dreamed of or seen in other countries.

We are tired of drama and negative surprises, corruption scandal after corruption scandal, violence, oppression, insecurity, poverty: We wish to pull together instead under the direction of set rules and systems, where we know the role and expected results of each person. We wish to channel all our energies according to the rules of the land and create a new and better Kenya. We do not wish to know you as a person. We only wish to know your work. Let your actions precede you and follow after you. Let them tell us who you are. We only wish to know your position on the wheel of our system, and what output is resulting from your input.

If we can work together as a nation within the system, then we can relegate private activities and alliances to private after work hours, where we can conduct our social, familial and religious activities, happy in the knowledge that we have all put in an honest day’s work, and that the wheel of our nation is turning as it should, and that we have enough to eat and to spare both now and for posterity.

That, my dear Kenyans, is what we should all be working towards.

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Beautiful Coast

As I sat on the shore looking out to sea, I noticed several figures who seemed to be walking a mile into the sea. ‘Is it me or do I see human figures walking inside the ocean?’

‘Yeah,’ the security guard replied. ‘Those are people doing the coral walk. Would you like to go there?’

‘Are you kidding me?’ I replied. ‘What would I do if the ocean came rushing back? I’d never make it to shore on time.’

‘The sea has regular times when the tide goes in and out. With a proper guide, anyone can go in there,’ he reassured, but I wasn’t buying any of it.

True to character though I found myself on the very walk two days later. My husband had negotiated with a beach guide and soon the arduous journey began. We had to be in shoes, or at least strong, well-covered sandals. Reason? Sea urchins - and all sorts of other creatures ready to sting your bare feet should you accidentally or otherwise step on them.

My sandals soon proved pretty useless for the walk and our guide kindly offered me his sports shoes (he was well prepared), and I promptly accepted, giving him my sandals instead. See, he was more experienced than I and could easily dodge any mischievous sea-creature.

The walk was incredibly slow - walking in water is no mean task, and there was so much to see. Beautiful seaweed and sea flowers; corals, numerous marine life including sea urchins, starfish, sea-gherkins (living creature that very much resembles the plant gherkin); crabs, and shells of all kinds used as shelter by various creatures.

If you had told me I could walk a mile into sea without being more than two-feet deep in water, I might have disagreed until now. It so happens that along the Mombasa North Coast is a natural barrier to the Indian Ocean in the form of Coral Reef. As such the deep sea does not really begin till you are at the Reef. Between the Reef and the shoreline though is the flatish expanse where the sea overflows to during high tide. At low tide it recedes leaving an area one can walk on, though still marshy at places. This ritual goes on every day, except at certain rare times when the sea is rough and the tide does not quite go back enough for people to make the walk.

Once you reach the Coral (barrier) Reef, you thank God you made the trip. For this really is where the sea begins, and the waves break constantly in wonderful yet awesome formations, providing that beautiful sea breeze and experience that gives the Coast its true name. You watch the deep blue waves suddenly break into sparkling, pure white foam, then wash gently against your feet as they pour onto the shallow side of the Reef. You get drawn by the sheer vastness of the abyss that is the blueness spreading out before you into oblivion, and it dawns on you you have no desire to attempt to cross the barrier without being on some high speed boat or motored craft.

This is where the forward walk must end for those on foot, so you begin to walk along the deep sea shoreline till you start the journey back, this time walking over live and dead coral, and dodging a colony of sea-urchins like you’ve never seen. At this point my skin literally crawled. The black, spiky creatures looked ready to strike at any moment, clearly visible by the dozens under the pristine water. It was a precarious journey through this section and the guide cautioned as much.

By and large it was an exciting and thrilling experience but not without its downside, for my husband did get stung even while wearing his sandals. He downplayed it though but I can just imagine the pain he endured for the remainder of the journey. Later when he asked me for a pin or needle I had no idea what it was for until he produced the little bit of a spike the sea-urchin had managed to plant into his foot… uuhgg!

I was glad when it was over. Glad that I had indeed done the walk – the view of the sea from the barrier reef is priceless; glad that we had made it back without a Tsunami sweeping us forever into the sea; delighted at all the precious and beautiful marine life we had feasted our eyes on; and definitely glad to be firmly back on dry land!

All that night I dreamt I was still doing the walk, or that I was swimming. That’s what a 2-hour walk in the water can do to you. My brain kept going long after my body had stopped… ha ha ha.

If the beach guide got stung under those useless sandals of mine, I’ll never know. He, like my husband, was a perfect gentleman and only worried about getting us through safely. His sports shoes were just what I needed. I never would have escaped otherwise.

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Simply Outrageous!

There can be no justification for the hefty pay hike our legislators have awarded themselves yet again, especially at a time when the so-called Akiwumi report was so awaited by Kenyans as we thought finally someone had brought sanity to the way our leaders are remunerated. My, were we wrong!

It’s an insult to Kenyans as the whole point was to not only review the salaries to make them reasonable and not burdensome to the country, but also to introduce taxation for the legislators allowances. And the report, together with the MPs, found a perfect solution for this – simply increase the salary, that way taxation will not matter, you’ll still take home much more than you’re taking now!

How long do our leaders think they can take Kenyans for granted and get away scotfree? Have they forgotten where we’ve come from, and how many obstacles we’ve so far overcome, and that, if they become an obstacle to Kenyans and the development of our nation, we will overcome them too?

There can be no justification for a ‘Developing economy’ to pay its legislators much more than those of ‘Developed economies’. Is that so hard to understand, to figure out? And if the reasoning is that they are working in hardship areas, then so are all Kenyans, so let’s go ahead and double the pay of every single Kenyan! Our legislators can argue and reason till they are blue in the face, but they know and so does everyone else that this is simply gross misuse of power and public funds. It is Parliamentary dictatorship, no less.

Sadly our politicians are not known to pay much attention to the cries and sentiments of the masses. So they’ll probably go ahead and enact the outrageous proposals. But it will not always be like that, and that’s a promise. If they don’t care, God, who listens to the cry of His people and comes to the rescue of the poor, will care, and act accordingly, and that, sooner rather than later.

The system has failed us. We must, as a nation, come up with a system that ensures this kind of thing never happens again. We must think of ways to deny the politicians the very unreasonable privilege of deciding their own paycheques... I mean who else does that, unless you run a sole proprietorship? and even then you must take into account income versus expenditure otherwise you bankrupt yourself....

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