Kenya is big on heroes. From what I can tell there is a resurgence of heroes among us, yet we are not being told their story. Across this beautiful land of abundance, heroes have lived for years without making headlines, not even twitter verification. You could say I have become enamored with this rise of humanity that seems to be erupting in me, the urge to get them noticed. I feel a need to tell their stories, to participate as I can and most importantly to encourage everyone who understands this need to step up in this defining moment and take a stand.
What are you stepping into? A leaderless awakening of people who are accepting the mandates of being alive: We are one people with one earth and it is our right, duty and privilege to stand together for one another and all of the living yet to come. There is something happening that no amount of arrests, tear gas and rubber bullets will stop. We are finding one another and we are finding our way. From a court system now forced to process cases of predominantly bogus petty offenders and no arrests of the white coat, blue pen thieves who still from the general public; to a police force abused by its own government and harms its fellow citizenry in order to fill his greedy stomach; to a local media determined to maintain a false narrative of Natives as violent and dangerous; to a predominantly white watch body which is not willing to sacrifice their own trade deals out of fear and ignorance. Is the country in an auction platform?
It would be wise to ask why mainstream media is not willing to accept the story line of heroes, just because they want to pay their bills I presume or they forgot their role of interrogating and presenting the politicians the way they are to the general public. Out of it all fake gas and cracker plants, but we should not wait until the media catches up with the truth in order to act. We can be honouring these people and their actions and supporting them with.
You see, I grew up across the street from an industrial park, allowed to spill toxins into the air and corrupting the water supplies. And I have seen first hand the cost in health to the people in that area. I have also experienced the corruption of elected officials, who are willing to allow pollution in order to hold the carrot of “jobs” and “progress” over people. My recent visit back to the place of my birth tells me, nothing has changed and more “progress” is on the way, now in the form of a “cracker plant”. Studies are concluding that the air quality will be severely diminished, and that the reality is that Kenyans are yet to move to the next generations in a good way if the heroes of this country continue to walk barefooted on the filthy streets.
I am perplexed by the priorities we often choose – or the lack thereof. I realise too many of us are heaped in debt that keeps us too busy to contribute to meaningful dialogue regarding the future of our country, although I am not certain this is a worthy argument. We do seem to make time for entertainment and other luxuries. This is a bit reminiscent of the orchestra playing while the Titanic sunk…”Nearer My God to Thee”.
Choose your path wisely come the Eighth of August so your children’s children will thank you. The Earth will hold you dearly in its memory, but most importantly, rediscover Kenya, from what I can tell the momentum towards victory is on the side of humanity. The Stand at Standing Rock is not over. Out of the rubble and as the smoke clears it is plain to see humanity on the rise, find your joie de vivre and give it the best you can. Even one phone call a day to a friend or legislator to share what you are learning is valuable and helpful. There are Kenyan heroes standing up every day. Be one of them.