Some days are definitely better than others.Some you wake up so full of life you can almost revive a dead one and times you just wish the sun would not rise.That the darkness would linger on longer for you are not really excited about facing the world.You are a bit dull.That's me today,the latter I mean.My moods are just up side down.I am not smiling.Got tears threatening to fall.It happens,at times,this feeling I mean.I will get over it.That much I know but the journey between where I am to where I am supposed to be isn't very interesting.Today I am glad I have God on my side because He is able to make sense out of what i cannot make sense out of.I'm not even sure I am writing correct English.Excuse me for that.Well,this is the time I should shift the focus from myself to something else.
I'm trying to think,what role can I,as an individual play,in helping the IDP's of my country and in ensuring the youth do not allow themselves to be used to fuel hatred and chaos come the next general election.See,the seed was planted and now a lot of us thin along tribal lines.Healing has not yet taken place.People have turned a blind eye but there are still so many hurting because of the violence that erupted
during the last general elections.Some were directly affected,all of us indirectly and I find myself wondering how best we can start nursing the wound until it heals.
You only need to start a political debate for you to know just how deep the injury is.It always starts on a light note and ends with tribal debate.Growing up,all I knew was that yes,there were all these different tribes but that's just about it.I knew my tribe and my friend's tribe but it had no implications.Now we have so many tags that we use jokingly but I think they increase the rate at which we notice our differences.Luos are the proud ones and those who love the finest things.Kikuyus,the business-minded community...etc Some of the labels are not things to be proud of and they may end up making someone feel bad about speaking a certain language.In this generation,even children as young as 7 years shun each other because of where they come from.Not even the children were shielded from this monster.Their childhood some what destroyed because their best friend was from a different tribe and Mum and Dad poisoned them by making comments that made them know it is not okay to have a friend from that tribe.I think of the children who saw their parents being butchered.The one I will never forget is of one woman who's family was tied up and made to watch as she was raped then killed.Her husband and children.By the time of the interview,the man was half way losing his mind.The scene kept coming to his mind.The picture of his wife,the mother of his children,his soul mate,the love of his life,his queen,being degraded so badly and him being powerless to do anything but watch in a lot of pain.I think of his children and I wonder what they think.I try to imagine the number of sleepless nights as they call out for mama but disturbing mental pictures coming to mind...
We moved on,or so we think.The IDP'S,four years down the line still live in pathetic conditions.The other day their chairman says they were praying to God asking Him not to allow the rains to pour because their tents are torn and the rain will just nit be a blessing to them.Yes,we are praying for rain but to them right now,it wold be a curse.The irony is sickening!And we have the suspects being portrayed as heroes.Money being spent by the government to fight for their own.A slap on the IDP's faces.Those whose only crime was to belong to a different tribe.The thought of it brings tears to my eyes.I want to help so badly but I'm sort of confused with where to start.Times I look at myself and wonder what I have that makes me think I can even do anything about the IDP's plight.
I am human.I am a Kenyan.I am an affected person.I have an aunt who was shot by police officers on the leg during that time.She still has a roof over her head but her limp is a constant reminder.I have a heart.I have love for my neighbor.My neighbor being anyone in need.These are more than enough reasons for me to champion this cause.What about the fake ones?Those posing to be IDP'S but are not?I don't know.God knows and He will deal with them.I cannot use that as an excuse not to do good.I tried asking a journalist who had covered a story on some of the IDP'S but I have never received a response.Well,maybe they are just too busy.So,I guess I will have to do this on my own and anyone who will be touched enough to want to make a difference.A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.Once I take that first step,I can find my way.
So,what if I start and fail?Well,we will never know until we get there right?If you read this and you get moved to do anything and you get any ideas of how we can help make a difference please feel free to share.
Operation Bring Back A Smile...That's what I will call it.
Thank you.
Moulding Beauty.
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