Kenyans
never cease to amaze. And of course I won’t bother to remind you of the fact
that we are one of the most gullible and greedy people on the continent. You are
asking me the reason? Simple. Quail and their eggs. Enough said.
The
former president liked to always refer to us as a working nation. The truth in
that is of course not disputable, the only difference being that those who work
get nothing while the lazy ass lords get paid. Anyway that was not my point. My
point is, maybe he should referred to us as the complaining nation. Worth to
note, ‘nation’ here refers to Kenyans on social media platforms.
Man,
do we complain? Sometimes I wonder where my generation grew up. A cheap
smartphone is all we need and you would think we run this shit. We complain
about the government, institutions, and companies and just about everything else
that will earn you retweets and likes and comments.
If
Kenyans on social media are a miniature Kenya, then this country must be full
of saints. We chastise, shame, twitterbigstick, insult, ignorantly opine and
preach and rant about how this country is screwed up by just about anyone else
but us. But then you wonder, the everyday ills we have in this country, are
they the work of ‘polluticians’? Drivers that hit pedestrians and zoom off, are
they sent by Kenya Power (Power is silent) or other companies that we pour so
much vitriol upon on social media that a foreigner will think nothing works in
this country?
The
middle class (and wannabes) just get comfortable taking photos for Instagram
and Twitter and Facebook about how bombo thing are, then just walk away
expecting someone else to come fix. They complain about ‘polluticians’ but don’t
bother to vote, twitpic errant motorists hitting pedestrians but don’t bother
to stop and attend to victims.
Someone
said something about everyone being the change that they want to see. Apparently
not in this country...
And
I think I’m complaining too!
Rastafari
Bless!
