Why I’m I here?
Here, in this crooked, ugly-looking chair trying to write stuff that obviously only a handful of people will care to read
Why I’m I here?
Here, in this school paying fees for a course that I’m not even sure is what I wanted in the first place
A profession I saw myself doing till the years say it’s enough, go home old man and spend the few remaining years of your life with your family, watch your grandchildren play as you graze your sizeable stock of cattle
And before I go any further, why I’m even here?
Here, with this girl
With this girl who does not even think I’m enough, just because I have no white-collar job and yet to buy a car
And why I’m I here
Residents of Pipeline Estate in Nairobi rushing to and from
Here, in this crowded and dusty estate, with its poorly constructed apartments, just beautiful people…
Why I’m here
Here, in this City
In this city that I have given so much but in return has nothing for me
No water, poor sanitation, chaotic transport system, monopolized energy sector and no proper housing for its residents
Why I’m here? What I’m doing here?
Here, in this country
In this country that still uphold tribalism, and many years after independence from the cruel British regime still elects National leaders on the basis of tribe
Why I’m here in this country that has leaders that do not even believe in me, in us and does not even believe in our diversity, greedy and corrupt and only care about their special families and their small circle of friends, and their potbelly
Tell me, why I’m here
Here, here in this beautiful but awfully evil world where the whole of humanity is chasing money and power, where terrorism has become an economic activity that once respected personalities in once respected governments are reaping abnormal profits from, vices are no longer feared, not if it can bring success
Jay-Z in Rick Ross’ Free Mason said, “Lord forgive me, I wouldn’t have made it here without sin”.
Here, here in this world where Forbes on daily basis is counting billionaires while some people in remote parts of this world that we live in are dying of hunger, from curable diseases like malaria
School kids playing in the only field they got in Kwa Njenga Slum in Nairobi
Why waste resources, billions and billions of shillings building warfare weapons while millions of the world citizens are living in poverty, with no basic needs, are you going to war? Hope it’s the aliens, not against fellow humans
Why I’m I even here
Here, trying to pour out my feelings, my frustrations, my pain to this cold world that has leaders who get elected just because in their campaigns they promised to build walls instead of bridges to separate God-created people
Let me just bow out, sit in a state of trance and day-dream about this perfect world that has no pain and people leave in peace and harmony, people live like family
Yea, one big family after all they nowadays call the world a global village