As we continue to witness the never ending
flow of sad episodes on Kenyans lives, it is inevitable that many would have
been personally touched by various infliction of harm, death or destruction to
themselves or their loved ones.
Sad as it is, we cannot simply remain busy
in apportioning blames to each other but we have to start engaging ourselves strenuously
towards the healing process. In doing that, we can start by sharing our
individual miserable and sad experiences or of of others we have come to know, with the
hope that it will help us to understand the level of harm and injustice we have
somehow inflicted upon one another, so that in the end we may learn from our
moment of lunatic mistakes and strive never to repeat again.
Mine is a short story of a woman aged about
40 years old and a mother of several children. The woman's mother was born in
Kitale about 60 years ago and her grandparents who had also settled there those
many years ago were buried there.
The woman I am talking about arrived in Nairobi recently,
miserable, hungry, in tatters and stinking from her ordeal she had just gone
through as she was trying to flee from her persecutors. She had spent two days
and nights in the bush with her young children, hungry, wet, uncertain and apprehensive of
the immediate danger she could have been facing, before her sister managed to
organise her rescue through the police who sent them a land-rover which picked
them up and so managed to fly out via the Eldoret air-port. As I write this,
some of her close relatives are still missing and their whereabouts or condition
of being is unknown.
Luckily the woman and her children are now being
accommodated in two separate homes of well wishers in Nairobi and the
children who had to live separately from their mother for the time being,
frequently try to visit her that they may console her and provide each other
with that meagre comfort they can manage to. The miserable woman appears to be
in severe state of shock as she continuously talks to her self as if in a state
of stupor.
Poor woman owned a five acre farm with
permanent dwelling house for her family. She also owned four plots with rental
houses built on it which provided herself and family with good income for their
upkeep. In stock and just before these calamities took their toll, she had
ninety bags of maize and also owned a car for their means of transport.
Today she has nothing.
All her properties got destroyed and items
worth thousands if not millions of shillings stolen. The remnants if any got burnt to ashes. The
looters did not spare her even the chickens which she had and now she joins
many as a destitute without a penny or hope to her name. Her crime it seems was
only that she belonged to an ethnic group and so labelled an enemy by her
destroyers, who had no time of considering her innocence as an ordinary Kenyan
living amongst her people.
I am sure that there are many perhaps who
are in even worst of situations and for those of us who can share an insight to
their experiences, may help others understand what level of harm Kenyans have
put their fellow citizens through, in a spate of sheer and total madness.
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