It’s Madaraka Day!
This means motorcade traffic, netflix and chill… barbecues, kachumbari, someone’s paying for the beer?… whoop whoop!
It also means that over half a century ago, more than a few men and women believed we deserved all this. They believed in something; they believed in us.
As the war dragged on, the administration started relocating a large part of the native population into what it dubbed “protected villages”. These were surrounded by barbed wire, guarded by soldiers and resembled the detention camps in everything but name. The “villages” also served the purpose of cutting off the locals’ support to the guerrillas.
In the world that we live in today, of bated breath and fear, hooded under witty memes and tweets; moments like these, days like these, remind me of what we could lose, what we need to be strong enough to fight for.
Freedom, Equality and Peace. The very essence of the earth beneath our feet.