Sometimes I feel at a loss on how to express my very conflicting, raw, bewildered feelings towards our leadership. Some might call it writer’s block while others may call it apathy. The blessing is when someone drops me an e-mail and in their own simple, non-columnist manner, pours out their heart and sends a message that resonates with my soul.
So today, rather than pontificate as we journalists cum columnists do, allow me to give the page to Laura, who has something to say to our President.
Dear Mr President,
First thing I do when I wake up each morning is check social media – heart pounding, wondering what new ill has befallen us.
For the past few days every time I get online I see pictures of dead people. I don't know if it’s just me, but are you and your people trying to create for us our own little Gaza down here?
I have grown weary of seeing photos of dead Palestinians. It breaks my heart every time I see a dead child, a crying father and mothers so broken they cannot cry anymore. But those scenes belong on CNN and BBC and Al Jezerra and they sort of “belong” to those places that I have never visited and never wish to. When one says Gaza, Palestine, Westbank etc….those images come to mind. Why then are these stories and pictures also becoming synonymous with Kenya.
Just the other day we had our Kenyan baby shot in the head. That doesn’t happen in Kenya – those are images and stories from another place.I’m unhappy and I blame you. I’m scared and I blame you.
Every time I bump into someone and my heart skips a beat I blame you. Every time I hear a thud outside at night and I get too scared to sleep I blame you. Every time people hate each other on religious grounds I blame you. I queued for hours in the sun to vote. Maybe I voted for you, maybe I didn't, but all the same I choose to believe you fairly won that title.
You are not a celebrity, you are the commander-in-chief. Spare us the white-shirt-red-tie pretty photos. We get it you are kind of good looking compared to the ones before you...now get back to work.
I want to live a while longer, I need to see my daughter graduate. I want to be at her wedding, I want to see her pregnant. God forbid I don't, but if so, let me not die from missiles, bombs or gunshots.
I want to live out my life in peace and enjoy what God has in-store for me without this constant pounding in my chest that threatens to tear my heart out of my rib-cage.