The Kenyan flag has some really contrasting colours. I mean, think how near impossible it is to wear for instance black pants, white shoes, a red shirt and a green scarf.
But to us citizens of this country it looks very good, especially when put together to make a t-shirt or something. We identify with the colours and can call up their significance. So the mere use of them makes us stare at the item in question and feel a strange pride. The Kenyan flag is our identity – it is a silent confirmation of who we are, and where we have come from.
So this is it. I was stuck in traffic over the weekend and at some point spotted a new \’foreign\’ owned hotel in South C on my left and several drivers on my right who were zooming past the grid-lock by using the pavement.
I shook my head. One, the hotel made me feel like a sell-out, because someone had thrown in some serious cash to outbid a Kenyan, buy that land and build on it, and two, I thought the drivers who sent pedestrians scrambling off the sidewalk would most definitely get away with it.
I wondered if the traffic offenders and the sellers of such pieces of land were more Kenyan than me. Whether or not they had money to pay off blue-boys, I had to wonder if the colours on their flag shone brighter than mine.
You know, like maybe the green on their flag is luminous or metallic?
Kenya. They used to call it the land of ‘Hakuna Matata’, but now they call it all sorts of terrible, and we call it that too. Children are being sold, innocent people are being kidnapped, money is being siphoned from the public coffers and citizens are losing their dignity in the chase for money.
I want to challenge you. How Kenyan have you been lately? Have you regarded your countryman higher than anyone with a fat pocket? Have you sold your dignity and betrayed those colours for loose change? Have you read the constitution, to know whether to vote yes or no, or are you going to let money do the talking?
At the end of the day, we have to remember it\’s the same flag. And when you breathe your last, should it not be the dust in your country that embraces you to the next life?
We’re wasting time. Soon, we might lose our country to foreigners and people who are more Kenyan than us.