Dear Mr. President (To Be),
It’s that time of the year again. That sweet moment in time where the power handle slightly interchanges from you and your team to us as REGISTERED Kenyans. That time when your team attempts to entertain us on the podium with funny dances to demonstrate unity. Personally, I recommend a song by Darasa called “Muziki” , and I hope your MC is cool enough to tap the microphone at the beginning of the song. It’s Tanzanian but oh well, “bra bra bra bra….. sitaki kusikia”.
I know you don’t know me but you probably know Wanjiku. She’s that person whose fate depends upon you and your governance. Many are the times your predecessors have promised her so much and ended up delivering a well-packaged box of empty promises. She struggles to remain Kenyan, she cries that her children remain jobless, that her salary is the same but it’s value keeps diminishing. The only loyal Kenyan gift to her has been salt that has never threatened her economy. If only Salt was human to be a loyal president. It is that season where we are promised never to be NASWAd by problems and in the hope of finding JUBILation in life.
Wanjiku in Kakamega, Nafula, mourns at the site of her farm. She used to pride in sugarcane farming, but I am sure you know the story about Mumias right? Wanjiku in Marsabit, Khadija, wishes brown was the colour of grass since then she would be comforted that all is well. Wanjiku in Ukambani, Mueni, doesn’t see the value of her tap since all it does is release steam and act as an artifact in her compound. Wanjiku in Mombasa, Amina is tempted to acquire a visa at the beach from the 80sth year old man as her sense of hope away from the Kenyan diaries. Wanjiku in Kiambu, Shiku, has to struggle as her husband dubs and staggers on the streets out depression. Wanjiku in Nairobi, Michelle (no relation :)) wonders why she requires security on Jogoo road just to buy shoes, why CBD is so dirty as if the leaders are in boarding school, why houses are so expensive as if we were meant to live on trees. Wanjiku in Nyanza, Adhis wonders, what happened to Kabura, Ben Gethi???
We love our country. The only country where “nini” can mean anything and everything when you don’t have the right words. Where Nairobi West has a 24 hour economy around West Mall and end months promote people to Brew, Westlands or occasionally Mombasa over the weekend. A country where 42/43 ethnic groups have a common language, where we can’t agree on a national dress but we still love each other. A country where forgiveness is natural, for example how many times have you failed us yet you are now president. However, do not be guilty, I just want to give you some presidential leakage (you can thank me or us later):
- You are the leader. It does not matter which Cabinet Secretary stole and how much you blame them. You are the leader so take control of your appointees. Their failures are yours and your successes likewise. That is why parents do not blame their children when things go wrong, they take action.
- National debt is not our portion. Infrastructure and development should be well thought out and prioritized. Perfectly tarmaced roads in areas where residents are hungry does not seem to show proper planning. It may be a great intention, but a cart infront of a donkey does not facilitate locomotion.
- Make promises and keep your promises.
- If God is not your confidant, kindly prepare for doom. However, we as Kenyans do not want to be part of that doom.
- Instead of planning to increase people’s salaries, why can’t we make the economy more palatable to our appetites. Why does the sugar price never decline ? If a casual labourer earns 200, in an economy where a packet of milk is 45 bread is 50 and a 1/4 sugar is 40, how will he raise his family??
I love my country. I love being Kenyan. I love my city. I love being luhya and kikuyu. I love being able to talk in swahili without grammatical focus. I love nyama choma. I love that kenyan wrist band especially when you travel and have to represent your country. I love being mtaani. I love things like Churchill show where we celebrate our Kenyan habits. Please love our country also.. In thought, action and deed. Please see Kenya as your family and not as your co-curricular. I have high hopes just like the ever-loving Wanjiku.
FYI: Wanjiku has a nice heart, mend the fences and make her happy. When she’s happy, you can eat all you want.