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Kenya the Land of the Miraculous!

My beautiful Nation just breathed a sigh of relief, a week or two ago. You see, it has become so that elections in Kenya are not an event, they are a phenomenal, cataclysmic, stressful, nail-biting affair which also proves catastrophic for some. I wish I could use lighter words, but the emotional strain exerted on Kenyans during the electioneering period, culminating on the election day which for the most part is usually quite peaceful, like most Kenyans are: then comes the explosive vote counting process – yes, things almost always unravel at this point, at least since the 2007 elections.

And once the whirlwind begins during the counting, it can spiral in either direction either to a storm that passes soon enough, or a full blown tornado that threatens to break our beloved Nation apart – never mind that Kenya doesn’t really experience the natural phenomenon called tornado.

The 2017 elections were no different, and in many ways they proved to be more stressful than most (except the 2007 which was a catastrophe we all wish to completely forget). For starters we had two elections, for the first time a Presidential election was nullified – ouch! Second, we had an election boycott by the main opposition – another ouch! Then can the back and forth and heavy, scary words and verbal discourse that sounded terrible and more violent than 2007.

But Kenyans went on their knees. As a matter of fact we were on our knees way before and way after the elections. For those of you who don’t believe in prayer, the case of Kenya should change your position. We prayed vehemently for peace, we prayed for God to fulfill His promises of a peaceful, prosperous Kenya, we prayed for harmony, we prayed to see the end of the unfolding nightmare, we prayed for calm…. And all the time, we believed, and waited patiently for God to manifest his answer to our prayers.

And answer He did. Throughout the whole electioneering period, despite the fact that we still saw some regrettable violence, God intervened and averted a far worse situation. 

Now we can stand up and say Hallelujah without fear of contradiction. Our nation is peaceful again, united, facing in the right direction and walking along a path we are all glad to participate in. Like the parting of the Red Sea for the Israelites, are the miracles that God has done for Kenya hitherto, and will continue to do. 

Now I know this blog has a three year gap, but this was a momentous event in our Nation’s history that I was determined to document for us and posterity, lest we forget. Lest we forget that we are and always will be brothers. Lest we forget that prayer is our number one go-to for everything. Lest we forget that no matter how grim the situation may seem, how dire, how impossible, how disappointing and how terrifying, nothing fazes God, and nothing is impossible with Him, and nothing is overwhelming to Him. He levels the ground, mountains come down and the valleys are filled up, the rough roads are smoothened up, dry ground appears in the sea and a way is made in the desert, and we cross safely over, on dry level ground. Lest we forget that God is not bound by the systems of men, our best documented and organized systems are utterly useless unless He is in them, and He is able to effect His own rule on mankind, if we shall invite Him to.

I dare say something that would terrify any politician but makes sense to every believer: nations are not ruled from the thrones of Kings, they are ruled from the knees of the saints who intervene day by day for their countries. But if, and when the King also prays, then that really is a breath of fresh air to any nation.

Kenya will remain a united nation and will grow from strength to strength, not because of anything we do, but because we’ve believed what God has said about our Land. So let’s never stop believing.

Thank you God of Kenya, and of the Universe.

Could you Please Dip your Lights?

Sometimes back Kenyans went wild when our beloved Mr. Joseph said we have peculiar habits. Well... justified we were to rise up in wrath since our peculiarity was sending the service provider smiling all the way to the bank....Recently though I've come to think he was justified though he should not have said it out loud... some things are best discussed behind closed doors..

Now pardon me but when I was taught to drive I was told not to use blazing full lights when there's oncoming traffic as that tends to blinden other drivers, and could lead to all manner of accidents. I've adhered to this rule ever since, but recently my faithfulness to law has been tested beyond enduring limits...

For some reason most Kenyan motorists have decided full lights is the way to go at night. When you flash at them begging then to dip their lights, a few respond but most simply drive on. As a result you are also forced to turn your lights fully on otherwise you will be lucky to see the road and could be driven right off the edge.

The thing is, if we all observed the dip your lights rule, no one would need to flash anyone down. So why is it so hard when it's so common sense, why must we blinden each other making night driving such a grueling task? 

I remember once when my husband and I were night  driving from a wedding at Nyeri, my sister's wedding actually. We had a number of children in our car, little pretty flower girls. Now the Nyeri road can get quite hilly and curvy at places, and at one of this hilly section we turned the curve only to come face to face with a monstrous truck with full blazing lights.... My husband was driving and for a moment he could see nothing but this flood of speeding light, lost control as we attempted to avoid the truck and the car did a bit of a dance on the road but thankfully remained on the road and stabilized. The truck did not even blink, the driver just drove off. If we had had an accident, no one would have linked it to that mad driver, he would have been long gone... 

Peculiar, yes, but also dangerously notorious on the road, not taking much responsibility for the lives of those around us, let alone our own.

We Need Countries of Refuge

Recently it occurred to me the world has neglected one important fact in attempting to ensure peace, security and other millennium goals for all. As we labour to make sure everyone is happy in their countries, we forget there will ALWAYS be people displaced from their own countries.

Now the process of integration to other countries for the displaced is usually quite painful. First they got to cross the border successfully to wherever. Then they got to seek asylum status and so on. And even after all that, they are still refugees.

It is equally painful for the countries hosting the refugees. Adding all those numbers onto the country’s already bulging population; dealing with separating genuine from opportunistic asylum seekers; security threat posed by trouble makers who pose as asylum seekers; and of course, stretching the country’s national resources.

Take the Kenyan example where the country has had to take it so many refugees from Sudan and Somalia among others. The Sudanese had since gone back after recently acquiring independence, but the story is they are now streaming back after things started looking not so rosy back home (or for whatever reason). The Somalis are still with us and will be for a while. It is a known fact that most African refugees are hosted in Africa contrary to the much broadcasted hype that makes people in the West believe all African refugees are in the Western countries.

Kenya is so stretched by the influx of Somali and other refugees that we are heaving under the weight. When we complain and ask for a little help we are reminded of our obligation to human rights. But what about our rights to be relieved of, or assisted in this responsibility?

At a time when Kenya is at war against the Somali militants, you can imagine the security threat emanating from the refugee camps as members of the militia pose as genuine refugees and proceed to plot atrocities on our own soil. Ungratefulness of the highest degree if you ask me, that you would bite the hand that houses, feeds and takes care of your children for you.

So I wonder why the International powers that be have never thought of establishing cities, countries even, of refuge, where those displaced for whatever reason from their own countries can go and live without being harassed, subjected to endless scrutiny, and without being seen to be using up space and resources belonging to others.

In Bible days Israel was asked by God to set up cities of refuge where, if one unintentionally committed crime deserving death like manslaughter, they could run to these cities. If they made it safely there, no one was allowed to follow them in to avenge the crime. However if they ventured out of the city, it was out of God’s hand and that of the law to stop the avenger from striking them.

Now the way I see it we need to set aside specific areas in each continent where refugees can go and stay with the full rights of citizenship, where they can start a new life, work, go to school and lead a normal life without being patronized or threatened with repatriation, or deportation. Once at the point of entry they are certified as genuine refugees, then they adapt the country of refuge as their own, and may live a full life there till such a time as they feel comfortable to return home.

The countries of refuge would be run by an international staff, and supplied for by the international community until such a time as the countries have become self-sustaining through the economic activities of the settlers, and development projects from the international community. There would be no feeling of anyone doing too much as all members of the international community would contribute.

No one, not even the refugee citizens, would ever be allowed to lay claim to these countries of refuge, and there would be no political activity. Just workers, and dwellers, and systems to make sure everyone, everything is taken care of. These areas would remain open for anyone needing refuge from their country.

Granted, land has always been a thorny issue so no country would, should be expected to cede land for this purpose. Instead, the International community (lead the bodies that govern the world like the UN organizations), would make a handsome offer to buy land from any country ready to participate in the creation of countries of refuge. The compensation would have to be equal to the value of the land and all it contains, plus whatever opportunity cost goes with the sale. We don’t have to talk specifics but you get the picture.

So with the creation of countries of refuge, ran independently by international bodies representing all countries of the world, there would be less tension over the refugee issue, and dignity for the refugees.

We need countries of refuge, as international peace has proved to be an illusion. We are humans and so we will always conflict. Conflict comes in cycles, so those who seem forever peaceful today may not always be so.

We need countries of refuge.

Goodbye Honourable

Yesterday Kenya lost a great man. Honourable Michuki will be remembered, among other great things he did, mainly for managing to put order in the notorious Matatu sector. While he was Minister for Transport, he ensured the sector gained much needed discipline, passengers were not harrased, speed governors were installed and speed limits adhered to; safety belts were used, and road accidents reduced dramatically. Sadly much of this relapsed when he moved out of this docket to other ministries.

It was under his watch that we saw the ministry of environment gain new standing and importance as the minister, laser focused as he always is, did his best to clean up the environment, restore the Mau and curb public noise, among other things. Hope this too does not get reversed now that the dear Minister is gone. The least we can do for his memory is to uphold the things he achieved for our nation.

Thank you for ensuring Kenyans could sleep easy as you decisively dealt with the menace of criminal gangs that were threatening to turn Kenya into a terror nation. 

And thank you for being a role model for so many of us who struggle to find real virtue in our leaders. You gave us that and we are so grateful.

Goodby honourable Michuki, you were a breath of fresh air. You lived out your years in the service of your country so now Rest In Peace, dear Sir.

The Crop Circles of Ngong

Across the ridge from where I live is a gently undulating grassland that cheers the senses and gives one the feeling that all is well with the world. In stark contrast to the brick and mortar surrounding me, broken occasionally by beautiful trees and live fences, the grassland is undisturbed and its sole purpose seems to be a sight for sore eyes, and a wonder for morning or evening walks.

My view to the open land used to be wider and even more majestic until some developer decided to break away from custom and theme of the area and put up a six floor monstrosity that is not even promising to be beautiful when complete. The result was that half the view I enjoyed to the open fields was instantly blocked, and that of Ngong Hills along with it. Well, enjoy the beauty around you while you still can, it may not last forever.

I can hardly begrudge the developer his pursuit unless I want to start a Western style protest over preservation of skylines and footpaths - which, by the way, is not entirely a bad idea. I’m sure our law has a building code for each area, I’m just not sure what it is for my area so I’ll let it pass.

Before the monstrosity took my silent pleasure away, from my first floor flat I could see the Ngong Hills towering majestically on one side, and the grass fields dancing on the other. The tall, willowy grass swayed gently to the wind forming beautiful patterns that were visible even across the two miles or so from my house.

At first I didn’t realize it was the grass. When it bent to one side it would form a white wave against the rest of the green background; then it would sway the other way and the pattern would follow. In the undefined swirl of the wind, soon the waves acquired magical forms, movements and patterns, and I found myself mesmerized, caught up in wonder, gazing intently trying to figure out what was this phenomenon I was witnessing.

‘Crop circles?’ I wondered, having watched myriad programs attempting to explain the mystery of weird patterns found on corn and other grain fields. ‘Sheep?’ was my next guess but, hard as I looked these simply did not look like sheep. They would have to be so many, moving gently like waves in the ocean. Now goats and sheep may huddle together but they are not known for such daintiness.

Eventually my curiosity took the better of me and I fetched my camcorder from the house. I was going to crack the mystery of this beautiful sight. I put my camera on zoom and there it was… beautiful patterns, circular, wavy and all sorts of shapes, constantly moving, never ending never stopping. It was the grass! It was tall, in an open field, and it swayed almost constantly to the gentle breeze forming a continuous gentle wave that followed the wind wherever it went.

I remember calling my husband to tell him I had cracked the mystery of crop circles. The mystery was not that crops moved, the mystery would be what was the force that led the crops to move and form whatever patterns they created?  In my case it was simply the wind. No mystery, no little men from the sky, no gravity - simply the wind! I’m sure in most other cases of crop circles it was simply the wind.

We were so taken by this sight that my husband and I filmed it for a while. It was wonderful to watch, relaxing, uplifting and at the same time calming the senses.

Later I decided I did not want to watch this magic from afar any more and took a walk into the open fields. It turned out the fields are part of Kenya government property (Livestock Ministry to be precise) though they are left open enough for people to walk through and even picnic if they dare – it’s a bit deserted. The ministry grazes its many cattle across this vastness, which explains why every evening people from Ngong area flock the ranch to buy milk.

This turned out to be the most refreshing walk I ever had. The fields opened up before me, letting out their secret, the mystery fading a little but still deeply captivating. Their beauty was not in the mystery, their beauty was inherent, not to go away unless the grass fields are ravaged. I discovered a gentle valley with little pools of water; a small wooded area occupied one side of the valley, and the gentle ascent to the side so visible from my house now towered before me. And the grass moved, now even more visible… As usual it continued to move to the wind – swaying, dancing, singing, waving, forming heavenly patterns like one just entered the gates of pearl: Crop patterns – not circles, correction!

Now I’m sure the Maasais of Ngong have always known about this phenomenon, having lived in this area for many years. But where I grew up there were no open fields – only farms; and the grass was always short – never tall and willowy. The wind moved only the trees and bushes, never grass. So for me this was, still is, a novelty. And I love it every time!

Oh the Pain of Kenya

Yesterday the reality of the Hague hit home for the first time for many Kenyans. However anyone who had carefully been following the Hague proceedings would have told them that there would be confirmations of charges for some, if not all of the suspects. It's a new reality in my country, that now we are being tried by the International Court for crimes against humanity. A crying shame for a country whose banner since inception has been Peace. A crying shame that Kenyans let their guard down and were caught napping, ending up in the Hague, causing our beloved nation untold embarrassment. Because, if any nation deserved to be portrayed to the world in this way, Kenya definitely was not it. And, because, if only we had behaved ourselves maturely at the last general election, this would never have happened. And because we failed to realize just how putting ourselves at the mercy of the outside world can be a painful experience.

Anyway, it has now happened and all we can do is watch and wait for the long, burdensome trials that we must forbear - so much shall we be daily bombarded with the proceedings by our broadcasting houses. And this we can't escape seeing as it's a national affair that touches all of us whether we like it or not, whether we care or not.

Seeing as Kenya has gone through this injustice of international humiliation, having already born the scars of post election violence, we shall bear our cross as a nation, and pray that the guilty will be punished while the innocent are acquitted: And pray that this painful experience will somehow lead to the healing, and maturing of our nation: And pray that we shall never again see election or post election violence, nor indeed the inside of the Hague or wherever else such a court may be constituted.

God bless, heal, and strengthen Kenya


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