Cry for my beloved Kenya

Just after voting on Tuesday, my finger showing purple ink

What now?

It has been three days since I wrote my last post telling the world how excited we were about last Tuesday’s elections.

On that election day I was among the early risers, and by 3 a.m I was already out of bed. Brushed my teeth because it wouldn’t be encouraging to hit the queue with my mouth polluting the air, causing discomfort for those around. I later on got into the shower and was just starting to appreciate the warm water running on my body when I heard my phone calling. Put on a towel and got out to receive it. It was my sister asking me to hurry up or else I will be getting out of the Polling Station in the evening.

Jumped out of the shower after some few minutes, dressed and put on a hoodie and gulped down a warm cup of tea and some cake (there was bread too but there was no time for that). It was important to put something in your tummy because you didn’t know at what time you will be through with the whole voting process and also this August there is too much cold in Nairobi and it wouldn’t be prudent for one to get out there without biting something warm first. Put on my shoes with two different coloured socks, don’t ask me what happened, and on the way as I rushed down the stairs dished out my earphones and put on my playlist. Kendrick Lamar’s Element was the first song.

It was going to be a long day.

When I got to my supposed polling centre, Kenya Pipeline Estate Hall, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Never had I seen before so many people on a queue. It had coiled and coiled and coiled like a python until I couldn’t even see where the gate to the Polling station was. By then it was almost 5 a.m and we still had a full hour before the whole voting process kicked.
Some people had already lit up some bonfires to help chase away some cold and mosquitoes. Where I was standing, by the roadside (a hell of a place) I could only settle for watching matatus. The Peace Maker, Vibes Cartel, which helped me use some free Wi-Fi to wake up my homies on WhatsApp. In the other lane I could see the ugly anti-riot police trucks passing by headed to the side of JKIA.

Later on around 15 past 6, I started noticing some slight movements, and in no time I was almost entering the polling station. I could see guys getting out, after voting feeling so excited, shouting how they’ve done their duty. There was especially one who made my day.

He passed by speaking on phone, and as he got to where we were, he was telling someone on the other end, ” harakisha, sisi tushafika Jerusalem”. I think he was telling the other person to hurry up and vote least be left out on the “Canaan” journey.

I later got into the station and despite some slight confusion here and there on finding my specific station, I voted and left the Center around 9 a.m. On the way I ran into Kenyans of all tribes and races patiently on queues, some discouragingly long.

I went back to bed after texting my girl ( she’s beautiful, all you curious creatures need to know for now), I too feeling glad I had done my duty and passed on the ball to the IEBC to give us a fair and credible elections.

Then on the evening as I waited for the Super Cup final between two of my favourite teams, Manchester United and Real Madrid, which ended 2-1 in favor of Madrid, elections results started trickling in. President Uhuru was leading by about 56% followed by former Prime minister Raila Odinga by around 44%.  I later that evening hit the streets for a while to see whatsup.

Outside the streets were just tense, nothing much going on. Even in the Popular Aston Villa club in Pipeline Estate, where sometimes I watch some EPL action there was no music playing. Everything appeared lifeless. I returned to the house and on the TV screen things were still the same after the counting of about 8% of the votes. But there was some slight change as Uhuru had dropped to around 54% and Raila went up to about 46%.

The difference was about 10% which didn’t change for the next two days of counting. We started growing some doubts. On Twitter you could just read the frustration. Something was not right.

On Wednesday, Raila held a press conference, alleging that the Election system had been hacked and that the hacker had accessed the system as the late IEBC ICT manager Chris Msando who was assassinated just days to the election. The intruder entered the system server at the election tallying headquarters at the Bomas of Kenya. They told their supporters (roughly three-quarters of Kenyans) and the rest of Kenyans that those results being released by the elections body are fake and they are not going to accept them.

Kenyans were left wondering what will be next. Mom and the rest of the family back home in Busia started calling, asking me and my sister to go back home. They were worried about us.

Come yesterday, NASA held another press conference this time round telling Kenyans through Musalia Mudavadi, one of the NASA principals, the letter of demands they’ve sent the IEBC. Released copies to the media and other relevant authorities. Some of the contents of the letter was the unaltered results that showed that Raila as the victor with about 8M votes followed by Uhuru with 7M votes. They demanded that the IEBC declare Raila and his running mate Kalonzo Musyoka as the next President and Vice President of Kenya respectively.

Let’s wait and see how it all goes. IEBC said they will be announcing the President today, so ours is just to wait behind the tv and see who will be announced as the next President. If it’s not Raila what will happen? Will he follow the law and file a case, or what? And if it isn’t Uhuru being announced as the President what will he do? Will he congratulate Raila or what?

How I wish I could get all the answers to my questions now! How I wish I could just go to sleep, wake up and find all this uncertainty gone. I just want to have a peaceful country where we the Citizens live in harmony with each other. Now you go out there in the streets and it’s just like life has stopped. No one is going to work. People are always in groups of three to ten, just murmuring. I never hear what they’re talking. If you get too close they look at you suspiciously. So I usually avoid eye contact and maintain streets I’m sure one or two people know me just to be safe. Will are living in scary times.

A deserted Street in Pipeline, Embakasi, Nairobi

 

Above all, I thank the Almighty God for the peace we are still enjoying, and hope tomorrow will be alright. Praying for the best even as we prepare for the worst.

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