Listening to Martin Luther King Jnr's I have a dream in various languages of Kenya, was like listening to a peal of church bells calling us to a unique service. You might prefer a mass. A healing mass. It happened to us; a sweet surprise. The translations were done by girls from the a poor settlement in Nairobi's Eastlands. An area that Barack Obama visited when he was here in Kenya.
The reading in Dholuo, moved writer Marjorie Oludhe Macgoye to tears and all of us. We are just beginning to walk up the hill from the valley of despondence where post-election trauma has left us. Words are medicinal and powerful. That was such an amazing experience. Yes! the peals of bells that touch our humanity making us want to move to some better place. I start my journey with the youth in tow this time. I must fire them with the dreams of our fathers before Obama is declared the 44th President of America, tomorrow.. my longest night waiting for the results, till they come. Not a wink. And if I wink, I will be dreaming Gandhi. He is in the background, ever so silently, swaying the world.
Today my son and his friends will look at the dummy of "The Kenyan Boy who became PRESIDENT of AMERICA and smile. They have been telling me they love it.. .I hope you like it too.