A Complaining Nation

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!