When the human race learns to read the language of symbolism, a great veil will fall from the eyes of men.
Behold; the Nyayo Monument, Central Park, Nairobi City.
Knights Templar.
"A Molotov cocktail is a crude, hand-thrown incendiary weapon consisting of a breakable glass bottle filled with a flammable liquid and equipped with an ignited wick. It functions as a makeshift fire bomb rather than a true explosive. Upon hitting a hard surface, the bottle shatters, dispersing the fuel, which is then immediately ignited by the burning fuse" - Encyclopedia Britain
When Kenyans realised that Counties, MCAs and all that BS was created by mzungus to stop us from quantum leaping… then we can start having the real conversations
Now imagine your home back in shags. In 1992, your neighboring tribe is incited, burns your homes to the ground and chases your tribe; they ransack everything, harvest your maize, steal your livestock and kill what they cannot. Your well to do family move out of there and start afresh in Kiambu. In 1995, they return to Rift Valley because that's the onky home they know. But in 1997, the tribe attacks again. You are now born, and you escape to Kiambu again.
Things are hard, and your family moves to Nyandarua. Your accountant Dad now turned lumberjack builds a multi-million sawmill there. In 2001, President Moi shuts down logging and your father loses everything. The only remaining option? Go back home. In 2002, you move back to your original home in Burnt Forest because Kibaki has become president and peace has prevailed.
Then 2007 hits bigger than before. Same politician as before. Same incitement. Same style. You are a child but you even fight too. You learn bows and arrows, poisons, you learn to eat raw meat and carry a body for kilometers.
Then, afterwards, the whole country SHUTS YOU UP. They saw it is about peace and you sir, are disturbing peace. Whenever you talk you are frowned upon, isolated, hated. You are unburying scars.
Alafu sasa ghafla bin vuu, it's 2027. SAME POLITICIAN. SAME TRIGGERS. SAME STYLE.
I am soo glad I grew up.
This was our place, I can even tell hapa ni kwa nani ama nani. I recall that time Kibaki had come, his plane (and Red Cross) plane landed at Arnesens High School pitch. That part overlooked the other side of the ridge on your way to Rukuini and Kamuyu, and you'd see the dusty road snake up the ridge visibly.
Buana Kibaki akiwa hapo anaongea, we'd see the Kalenjin fighters spread on the horizon on the other side of the ridge, partaking in the speech of their president. I think they got bored coz after a while they started lighting up fire in the remaining homes visible from where we were.
President Kibaki saw this, and instead of sending his military (he had been accompanied by nearly a thousand uniforms), he made the famous speech that reinforced his nickname 'General Kiguoya'.
"Waaacha wachoomee.....' he said "Watachooka wajiulizee maswaali....". He continued with his speech as the fires started to spread from home to home. Afterwards, he left.
Then this video must've been shot then. People who know the left side of Burnt Forest Town can confirm.👇
I think we have forgotten what happens when political leaders and their cronies decide to use violence to win elections.
We are letting the plan or our deaths again as we watch.
The signs are right in our faces, the players? The same people! Arap Sang works in statehouse...
Colonialism didn't end. It got a rebrand. Gunboats became loan conditions. Chains became debt servicing. Same extraction, same destination for the wealth, just cleaner paperwork and a press release calling it "development partnership." Don't fall for the packaging.
Impending doom doesn't announce itself with sirens. It announces itself with "restructuring," "aid packages," "strategic partnerships." By the time the average person feels it in their pocket, the deal was signed a decade ago and the ink is dry.