I
am hurting inside. I am in mental and emotional pain. What I feel
cannot possibly be put into words even by the most prolific, skillful wordsmith
in town.
The pain, the anguish. Distress, confusion and desolation... (A concoction of insalubrious feelings)! The
killings, the murders, the lootings, the torchings, the lashings, the
perfidy, the larceny, the ... (my mind is going round and round in
circles).
Someone help bring sanity back to my being. I
have seen it: dear Kenyan brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and
children cut down by the machete; shot to death and left to rot in the
streets; burned to ash in their houses and in their churches on their knees begging; thousands of men,
women and children bounding, with whatever belonging they could
salvage, to God knows where; the hopelessness and despondency pasted on
the faces of my country men. I
have heard it: the wails of terror made by the children; the screams of
horror from the angusihed throats of the women; the sighs, the stifled screams made by the
men; the shouts, the screaming for help and struggle of the women who are being
raped and left for dead.
Would to God that it was just a dream. Please tell me that this is
just a bad dream,a terrible long night, that will soon be
over. This is not the Kenya I knew; and, optimistically, is not the Kenya I‘ll wake up in tomorrow. And before I pen off, please don't ask me my tribe; I am Kenyan.
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