A tale of Accountability and Kenya’s Protest.
I want to speak of a time when leaving your house doesn’t guarantee you a trip back,
I speak of a time when parents must worry about their sons and daughters and their safety,
A time when abductions and police brutality have become too common in our vocabulary,
A time when due process and justice no longer apply,
A time when one can die in police custody,
A time when serve and protect is just a slogan.
When freedom of speech was not so free anymore,
When preachers stood on a pulpit and passed the microphone to the oppressor,
When the church couldn’t speak a message of peace, love and unity.
When the 2million here, 5 million there, or 20 million filled the church coffers so they could turn a blind eye.
I have no tears left in me,
My sobs only my pillow know of,
I am tired from all the relentless push for better,
When it feels like a deliberate move to torture, kill and silence the voices of the masses,
When will it be enough,
How many protests must we march to?
How many lives until you can put an end to this?
I speak for Rex Masai,
Say his name,
I speak for Albert Ojwang
Say his name
I speak for Boniface Kariuki
Say their name
I speak for all the little children in the villages and in towns,
I speak for all the young who have to show up on the streets to march for their dignity and safety,
For good governance,
For accountability,
I speak for the people of Kenya.
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