A Dream Deferred: On African Liberation and Betrayal
It was one of those hot, busy Friday evenings in Nairobi. There was the kind of heat that makes your shirt cling to your back because of the profuse sweat, making every movement feel like a chore. The people stood in endless queues outside the bus station, packed shoulder to shoulder, tired and silent, waiting for matatu
To Farmers, Take Back Your Land!
The small-scale village farmers are not farmers by choice. They did not wake up one day and decide to till the land because it promised riches or prestige. No, they were born into it; bound by the soil, just as their ancestors before them. When colonial education arrived, they started teaching us the ways of the white man and whispering in our ears that farming was for the backward and the uneducated, but our parents remained on the land.
To the Generation That Chose Fear and Silence, We Are Not You!
To those who lived through the KANU dictatorship and now urge us to be silent – we hear you. We know your fear because we grew up watching it shape you. We saw you lower your voices and retreat into survival mode as the regime killed and looted the country. But we are not you. We did not inherit your fear. You warn us to be careful, to stop provoking the President, to remember that he was part of the brutal Youth for KANU (YK-92) leadership that defended Moi’s dictatorship through intimidation, political violence, and bribery.
