I'm a Kenyan
From 1963 to 2013 I was totally
ignored, butchered and sidelined
2013 to the present I thought the
constitution offered me a break, but nope, I still have to carry my ID, buses
and private vehicles are stopped on the road only to check if I'm a Kenyan with
an ID card, which is then verified through questions.
Those who verify my identity
are not registrars of persons, but rather a man armed with rifles and bullets,
his face completely concealed. And keep in mind that I did not issue the
documents to myself.
I gained my confidence and asked
what justified such treatment that is not found anywhere else in the country,
and I was told order from above, and the above no one knows, so I think hata
president will tell orders from above?
Mr. President, you've ordered the
security apparatus to deal with banditry in the north but they
are establishing the kipande system, or is that what you mean by banditry?
Bandits are killing villagers and
stealing their livestock in the nearby villages, but the security
apparatus will not pursue them? You have the answer if you make a guess.
Where may I complain?
My little understanding of law
says to the court but several cases of such do existing including “special”
treatment at the ministry of immigration.
Or maybe Kenya still considers
the north as a buffer zone, as it did in the 1980s and 1970s, and the lack of
basic necessities in the region means the state isn't interested in the people
of the north, or this was just another arranged marriage and I'm not wanted by
the state?
Wait, in this arranged marriage,
the stories have always been one-sided; I've never been asked to tell more
about shifta or my history, or why my elders are limping, or why my mother
associates democracy with men in boots, or why certain families have suddenly
become poor?
Maajabu, thats why Ministers
don't visit and as an administrator being posted to my region is a punishment.
Am I this bad?
How long will the kipande system
of entry and exit north verification exist? When will Kenya recognize me
as her son, or accept the bulk of her map, and begin genuine progress, and when
will I stop saying natoka Kenya ama naenda Kenya? Kenya, why don't you just
accept me despite the fact that I am an adopted black son in a white family, or
tell me the truth, ni pambane na hali yangu?
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