Where I Come From
I have always sang along to “going back to my roots” by Lucky Dube but I have never understood it. I guess it is because they say when you are happy, you enjoy the song but when you’re sad you understand the lyrics. Sometimes I wonder if nitavumilia, nitajuhurumia, or nitajivunia kua Mkenya. My dad and mom have never explained to me where I come from so I keep wondering. Am I even Kenyan? …such thoughts can never fail to cross your mind when you get to know where I come from.
I come from a country where children are always smart until they go to school. Not that school is bad but because when you get there, they erase everything you know and start teaching you a preset curriculum. As a result, it’s not until you are 23 or 25 that you get to know what you want to be in life. They however never stop asking you what you want to be when you grow up. They then go ahead to tell you what not to be. They tell you how good you are in math and how you can make good use of it as an accountant. But how then can I be what I wanna be? Accounting is not my identity nor my destiny. They just never asked me to choose! “But we thought uuhhh…” Yea, that’s what they’ve always done. Think and decide for me. Sometimes I just feel like I don’t know me. And if I don’t know me, then how can they?
I come from a country where the poor walk for kilometers in search of food while the rich run for kilometers to lose weight. Have we really been unable to bridge that gap? Haven’t you heard Kenneth say that kindness is the only language seen by the blind and heard by the deaf? Or am I the only one who comes from a country where rain is abundant but somehow we are often faced with drought and have to survive on food for thought?
I come from a country where the government has sold a bad image to it’s people coz it acts after the facts. I wish that they can be more like lions, who only kill when hungry but sadly, they are like ravenous wolves who kill for no reason. I think it’s time I reminded them that when winter comes, the lone wolf, who wandered away from the pack, dies in the cold. You know why? Because the strength of the wolf is in the pack and that of the pack in the wolf. We need to heal this nation and its not the doctors. They went to school to become therapists but some of them have become the rapists. And that is not where I come from, it’s where I live.