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Thursday, September 20, 2012

It’s a bad time to think, freely, how did we get here.


Kenya is at the brink of an election and tribal thoughts are like defecations stuck in our constipated bowels. Now we want to pretend that there is no problem yet we know all too well that we are headed for doom and we are too frightened even to say it.

In as much as I abhor violence critically it’s an expression and as much as I would rather join the bandwagon and blame someone anyone, the Hague four perhaps, the principals perhaps, the tribes perhaps, I do not. I acknowledge that one, violence is aggravation finding voice in the most retrogressive human temperament which is in all of us sated only by what we think is rational reinforced by morals and virtues of society and fear (that others surpasses and might actually annihilate our own and ourselves)

In this period when we are afraid if we say something it might come out in bad taste and have Kibunja the Patriot come knocking for hate speech like a school prefect with a disk (for those who spoke mother tongue, Swahili and broken English in our primary and high school days). In this period when any anecdote associated with tribe is held back, it’s not very conducive for free thought objective analysis or real perspectives for that matter.

We do understand that in the run up to 2007 post poll chaos we were so brazen calling each other by our christened tribal insults. And it is right to think that if this time we do not say these repulsive labels we might be safe, but are we thinking them. Are these same resentments now in a more secret confines unvoiced unknown yet just boiling inside some of our vilest societal inclusions.

At this time we cannot asses a situation political or otherwise without someone trying to read malice in what we say. We have to be careful and take down any tribal anecdotes present or imagined.

This posses a great risk to free thought to the extent that we are so tongue tied by the situation so that truth even to ourselves is abhorable. And society including us are after blaming anyone and we do not want to be on the wrong side of the pointed finger.

And who brought us here? Ourselves.

We have been so contented in blaming politicians for everything. But after last polls when politicians were merely clawing to remain above the water and had left us alone in the grassroots and we let our animalism express itself when we realized that power was un-seated neither here nor there and we could escape with a little unlawfulness, a little anarchy. When we lost control of our own brutality and the police (just like us) thought they could be humans and let their emotions and harboured wish to try out on human targets started shooting blood bayed for blood, greed for looting, envy for tribe us against us, no politicians. Now politicians too scared lest they are blamed are no longer talking because everybody said it was them who made us fight and because we know the truth that we did unto ourselves. Now that politicians are no longer talking we hope that this silence is a cure, I call it self-delusion

Now more than ever we have become mind readers and interpreters of unsaid nuances by our politicians and lately tribal musicians. Now all a politician has to say is ‘them’ and a crowd goes berserk baying for blood.

Yea we have chosen not to say what is in our hearts but in concealing this graveness we have not buried real truths and brutalities.

We are unable to approach this question of tribalism with the brazenness it deserves. if free thought cannot be attained due to fear of repressions then as a society we might never be able to ask ourselves the unsettling questions both humane and specific to Kenya that attracted our brutality against each other and might damn as yet again.

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