” I will return home to her – many centuries have I wandered –
And I will make my offering at the feet of my lovely mother:
I will rebuild her house, the holy places they raped and
plundered,
And I will make it fine with black wood, bronzes, and
terracotta,”
– Adapted from A Man of the People by Chinua Achebe
Think of the poor black mother as our Kenya; she waited so long for her infant son to come of age and comfort her and reapy her for the years of shame and neglect of the colonial era.
Unfortunatley, her son turned out to be a shameless politician out to rape and plunder even the little that she had left.
Is this fair, will we ever go forward?
The generation or our fathers has failed our poor mother, it is now up to us!
I beleive this is one of those rare opportune moments in history when a country’s hero comes forth, to be forever immortalised in song, dance and folk lore for his/her achievments. Kenya needs a hero.
It is a calling you and I should answer. We must save Kenya