PART 1 OF 3 FEATURED ARTICLE BY SARAH WANYOIKE
DEAR POLITICIAN
It is July and it is cold.
I guess you have not noticed in the
heat of your political shenanigans. My shoes are worn out from walking to
industrial area every morning and evening. My kid sister sells sweets on the
streets and hopes to buy me a new pair if her sales are good this month.
Our one room
is neat very few items in it. We cook ugali which has now become our delicacy
at one corner. My cousin who came months ago looking for greener pastures in
the capital is also with us in this aboard. The company he was working for has
downsized a word that took us a good hour to explain to him (he thought that it
meant he would have to be made small, his own words.)
You may
wonder why I am telling you all this, Well I will be voting on the 8th
of 8th and wait for the results, for my life to go back to normal. Of
which I do not mind as long as my country is at peace.
Do not agitate
for violence . MY LIFE MATTERS .My sister needs to sell her sweets .So she can
finish her hair dressing course. so she can start her own salon .
My cousin
needs to get a job so he can send money to educate his brothers and sisters
back home.
Your words
can burn this country while you ship your Family abroad and leave it burning.
Remember God
knows all things, sees all things in the hearts and minds of all.
Kenya is
bigger than you. I did not know what or where I was to be born the choice was
not mine and you cannot use that against me. God knows what he does and “ Hana
Makosa .”You are not the right person to correct him.
PEACE POLITICIAN PEACE
The reason pride lifts you up, is to
let you down.
Even postage stamps become useless
when stuck to themselves.
