Did you sleep last night?
Not when in a distance, a neighborhood was forced awake all night with riots.
Not when police helicopters flew over my roof.
Not when gunshots poked through my sweet dreams, awakening me into a live nightmare.
Somehow, I fell asleep in the morning.
And I woke up to a stomach full of acid.
Loss of appetite (haven’t eaten since I woke up).
And a broken heart.
How on earth did we get here again?
How did we allow politics make us look at our neighbours differently?
How could we bring chaos to our neighborhoods while the politicians we support go back to safe and secure homes?
I’m so tired.
I’m tired of being tired and scared every election season.
This needs to stop.
I’ve prayed and kept my peace.
I’ve voted wisely for leaders who promise great change.
I’ve been a good Kenyan.
It still seems not to be enough.
So what now?
We really need to figure ourselves out and make a decision about what we really want.
ALL the leaders we choose mirror our current values and priorities.
So why are we shocked when a police gun no longer protects us but is aimed at us?
When a 10-year-old girl standing at a balcony loses her life from a stray bullet?
When a journalist tries to capture and report to us a real story on the ground and gets arrested?
Kenyans, we need to talk.
We seriously need to sort ourselves out.
But as we painfully become aware of our mess…
We can at least try to be peaceful and see that we really do matter.
Our Kenyan Lives Matter.