Conscience: A Clarion Call ...
Our dear Heavenly father …
Thank you for this new day
Thank you for the food that is before us
We pray that you provide for those that were not as fortunate …
Please protect us through out this day
In Jesus name
AMEN.
(Everyone settles down, some for prime rib, others chapatti with nyaki, others ugali-sukumawiki, or plain githeri)
Meanwhile …
KIBERA SLUMS …
Grandmother sits on her stool, casting a forlorn look … surrounded by twelve kids … in a one-roomed mud house. Her back is broken. She has no more tears left. She wants to curse God, she wants to curse the world … and die … and leave this hell of a life … heck … hell might be better for her she thinks…
But she can’t go. Not just yet. The kids need her. Their parents are long dead. Victims of HIV/AIDS. She curses out the kids’ fathers – her own sons. She knows it was them. She knows they brought the disease to her daughters-in-law … she knows they brought her present misery. She curses them … then stops … then starts blaming herself … did I not raise them right? She begs God to forgive her … but her prayer is interrupted by the squabbling kids … they need food … God can wait … she decides …
Meanwhile …
A well fed group of young adults is arguing. A healthy, intellectual argument … in fact a wee bit too healthy. “Fix me another screwdriver” … “Hook me up with another Amstelizi” … The night whiles away … great laughs … flirting, hook-ups … erections and ejaculations … pure pleasure. “Oooh man, last night was GREAAT …” A morning glory materializes …
Back in the slums …
Drunken men. Poor men. Staggering past fly infested children. Stepping on shit. They can’t go home. They have no money. No food for their wives and children. So they also fuck Hos. They fuck and fuck. They fuck raw. They fuck here today, there tomorrow …raw… Then they take the virus home … to their wives … and orphan their kids in the process … fucking muthafuckas … poor grandma … who cares for her? Who?
Another news conference …
Fucking Kimunya with his statistics. ECONOMY UP BY 5.8%. Per capita higher than ever before. Inequality down. Kibaki is working. Raila has a Hummer. And grandma still toils. Fucking muthafuckas. Nobody is working – not Kibaki, not Raila, not you, not me. Fuck us all. Until grandma finds solace …until she finds peace …
.....
Another Healthy, HAIRY debate. This time, a self-conscious chick. She wants an afro. She wants kinky and nappy hair.”Fuck the white man,” she says. I will be free. The white man brought oppression. I will rebel. I will be free. Then she sips a top shelf vodka-martini … and grandma still toils … still suffers … FUCK THAT. Fuck the independence movement … until grandma finds peace … until she finds solace.
And Mwangi keeps yapping. Can’t he shut his fucking mouth? Does he want to save the world? Ha! Ha! Ha! What a dumb ass he is!! We’ve seen many like him before. They come today, tomorrow they are gone.
Fuck that!! I will speak my mind. Insulate yourself if you want. Lock yourself in your fancy house, count your money, smile, sip champagne. Let life go on. But if you read this, if you make the mistake of reading this, you fucka, know this: YOU are fucking guilty. We all are. If God is just, the fire of hell awaits us. Fuck a good heart. It is not enough. Fuck sympathy. We need empathy. We need grandma peaceful … she needs to rest forever with a smile … she has little time …
Fuck Hairy debates.
You want to gripe about the West? Let me give you something REAL to rebel about. Let me tell you how they really fucked Africa over … A concept. Fuck it:
DOMINION!
Fuck dominion. It is the scourge of mankind. We have lost our African way. With every generation, a small piece of our heart goes … our sense of commonality … our togetherness … our love for one another … our hospitality … gone with the fucking wind. Fuck us all …
Fuck dominion. Now it’s al about competition. Every man for himself, God for us all. Money today, money tomorrow, more money, more money … for what? For things! For materials. Better ones, better houses, better cars … materials, materials, fucking things …
Dominion. I will be richer than you fucka. I will be better than you. It permeates all facets of our existence. Brother competes with brother, neighbour against neighbour, nation against nation … to impose their fucking ideology … power, money, greed, narcissism.
And Grandma breathes her last … a cold, tearful, miserable last breath …
But who sees? Only her grandies. They cry. They are alone 4 real now. Who can they tell? Me? I don’t ever fcucking go there … You? We are out socializing … me and you. We ain’t got time for those little fuckas … screw ‘em. The media? Pleeease … they don’t give a crap, either. The gova? GDP, Budget, roads, fucking tourism … all bullshit. We have insulated ourselves against this little world. It touches our hearts when we occasionally see images … some of us cry … but we do not have balls to do much else. We can’t be encumbered by all that misery. So we go out, feast, drink, and next day we have forgotten …life goes on. FUCK US ALL.
Fuck the preachers. Fuck the farmers. Teachers, doctors, mboch’s . All of us. Guilty. All of us.
CONSCIENCE
Is what we have suppressed. Is what we need to regain. Pursue your success. Pursue your money. Be happy. Raise a family. But don’t ignore your conscience. Don’t ignore grandma. Don’t let her dying wish be in vain … “Does anyone care?” she pondered with her last breath …
Do you, fucka? Do you?
Our dear heavenly father
Thank you for this new day
Thank you for the food that is before us
We pray that you provide for those that were not as fortunate …
Please protect us through out this day
In Jesus name
AMEN.
Fuck bitterness.
posted by jm at 12:39 PM
17 Comments:
@3n-me too. I was at aco's earlier.
Mwangi, if grandmother's problems came about because of AIDS, do you realise you have just cleared the whole world? You have f****d everyone and everything...even our emotions!
But you have a deep and real post. I would suggest we have a bloggers' meeting to see what we can do as a group. We could have it online so as to get all interested persons involved. Reason I say this is because I read a lot of concern on our blogs but we all leave it at that. Can we do different or we just f**k Komi away?
@ 3N: yes indeed ...
@ Komi: Grandma, AIDS, Kibera are symbols ... symbols of the misery in our world ... and of our vanity ... you raise a very good suggestion so no ... I won't f**k you away ...
will tafuta time to read this.. looks interesting.
Something's gotta give...
TGIF!
This post is AMAZING!!!!! very thought-provoking and very true!!
quiet rude...but ..we may just need a rude awakening!
Am with komi..the fact is, we cant save the whole of kibera. We can prolly send someone out to find a needy orphan, then we changa or do something collectively.
Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
emmo
kenyaimagine.com
@ Majonzi: I await ur views ...
@ prettylyf: wats gonnagive??
@ princess: thx ... appreciate you
@ farmgal: I beg to really differ, but politely so ... nione kando :)
@ anon: I thank you
Mwangi good stuff right there. Its funny how pple live totally diff lives. Those who are rich are ffucking rich and those who are poor are extremely poor.
Then Kimunya goes ahead to say that those who cant see the improvement of the economy should blame themselves since they have not utilised their talents...hence they will always remain poor.
Then those who hv raw sex. I wonder is it ignorance, use of protective methods is quite expensive or the fact that most are jobless hence spend their time just hving sex and populating the world...There shld be condom dispensers huko and alot of training on family planning.
Even free condoms won't help. Most of those who like raw sex do it purposely and willingly. The woman is supposed to control raw entry access but it is surprising that most don't care whether entry is raw or wrapped. AIDS is a curse and it will continue being so.
I feel farmgal on the fact that we cannot help the whole of Kibera. We cannot improve everyones life but we can try and make a difference in a child's future, or a family for that matter. This can be a life long project.
@ Bomseh and Komi.. I completely agree with you.
@ Mwangi I feel you. We are most fortunate to be what we are, but the best we can do is do more than sympathyse (sp)
Maybe as farmgal says.
Thought provoking thoughts but I agree with Komi that it is not what you say that matters but what you do about it. It doesn't have to be Kibera or any other big cause it is just about helping your neighbour wherever you are.
@ unyc: I have a gripe with men who just f* bila protection, then think they own their wives and can f. them @ will, without cds regardless of where they've been .... now I don really care whether the said men are mired in poverty, rich, average, it doesn't matter, conscience and responsibility ... are independent of wealth ...
@ bomseh: i agree with you that the men do it willingly ... but I have my reservations as to how much control and/or say the women have when the man comes home drunk and wanting sex ... it's really sad
@ Komi: True. Every positive contribution makes a difference ... and we can also spread teh message ... 2 our friends, family, etc ... that is how attiudes change on a macro scale, an eventually force those in positions of power to respond from a policy perspective :)
@ dk: true that ... true ...
@ Kirima: Yes. The extreeeeme poverty really vexes my soul. my wish is that every kid would have a chance to make something out of their lives rather than be condemned from birth to life of misery on account of the sins of their fathers, etc ... a fair chance ... and i think that for every person you hlp, it goes a long way towards facilitating the same ...
I meant like kbw cant save the whole of kibera...but we can save one or two.
Do I still need to see you kando? :)
Excellent post! We talk way too much and do way too little. We sit in our groovy pubs and cocktail lounges and whine and moan about Africa's problems, but thats all we do. The poor continue to die and slave away as we continue to talk about the desperation that our countries have become...its pathetic.
@ farm gal: :) ni sawa tu. I get the point :)
@ kipepeo: ahsante sana. watch this space...
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