Sunday, January 18, 2015

Politics of ethnicism? Difference in the foreskin: If we are not weeping with our souls bring on cutting words!

Dead but rapped in flags these are not dead but others d
ie all the time"Death is no parenthesis"
e.e.cummings
The hate speak our traditional orature has turned into in Kenya!

Is this the asante ya punda ni teke, the thanks of a donkey is a kick that we can give back to our ancestors?

I guess in away it is not us. It is the oppression that adds to us the need to kick back and not just the allowance for kickbacks! This comes to us from a calculated hold on power. To keep the people running around in circles for something they may never catch. But all the same, let us take it form the middle level, as I call it, where we can stop it first since from the top level it can only be toppled by leadership. In terms of roots, forget blaming it on the West. The time to change is now.

Search your soul, find, peel and delete. It is out of place. Constantly on circumcision, demeaning whole nations and peoples but justice only fighting back fast for strange things such as demeaning a local leader when he is questioned on governance. Worse still if it is done on Social Media. He feels more ashamed.

What is it that drives the politics of circumcision in Kenya? The constant reference to our this and their that? Diversity is about interplay? It is great to be different but why is it overriding cohesion and dividing with anger, fear and oppression? 

Ours is like this, theirs is like that! And not only in that ritual. Also I heard they bury like this, asi, we bury like that, asa. We eat omena and mbuta (this changed) and they eat githeri (that changed) but sadly I heard some learned people not so long ago add "When did these ones learn to eat their 'gith' with our omena?" 

And some people editing the constitution on devolution once in Kisauni colleagues and taking a walk to shop... my friends, they told a man from inland (waBara) who was asking them to buy some more so that he could get fare to go home... they asked him almost kindly, the way betrayal comes with a kiss... What part are we playing to make the politics of cutting, shredding worse?

"Home, eh, where do you come from?" The women's voices rose.
"From Embu..." He went on happily with hard earned cash in his hands. But the countenances of the women were changing.
"You go back to your home!" They told him, brashly.. "This is not your place. Go and sell your stuff at home!" 

They were thinking more Majimbo style not devolution. They were cruel. Even devolution was still then in draft form. They bedeviled him and he never understood... kwanini kiliumana? Walimtwika mzigo usio wake. They loaded him with a burden which was not his. At home he could go and ask..

"Why are we so hated?" ""By who?" His wife would have to ask... and the children listening are getting armed with words.

When you put the burden of a nation on one person's shoulders, you break your own. Your own soul. Tribalism is cruel, no matter its political heads, which should go first, before the people are hurt. Those were intellectuals at work on a poor hawker, worse than cops. Politicians cannot do it alone. There is cross -pollination. Look at other institutions and without forgetting to keep training sights on them, see how tribalism eats into education. 

You think that you are so far from it... so far.. no. Here in this drama you see it. You become. You are carried away and still in your own world but suddenly the Serbs and the Croats are on each others throats, no, blood since it is fire and fire and sounds real. What they called the Roma they call again. How they they abused everyone on ethnic basis is all there... you hear it. 

I watched Damned Be The Traitor of His Homeland. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBQxFOYZevI And suddenly your evil confronts you. Tssssse tsseee! You should leave. Walk out and scream outside for if you have been in gunfire you can already smell it. And then all the actors come and ... they stand there sobbing and you sob. And then.. and then.. and finally the message is home forever!

"Damned Be ends in a direct address to the audience demanding an equally engaged reaction. Because of the burden of a traumatic past that has scarred our way of interrelating, we are incapable of engaging in this dialogue of radical honesty without stirring up irrational, violent reactions, without chewing on our own wounds. Mladinsko embraces this inevitable result. The performers engage in the exorcizing of unleashed violence, spitting it out from themselves in tears and injuries, spitting it out at each other, cursing and yelling at audiences, and spitting on flags. They show extreme vulnerability standing naked in front of us, crying, encouraging us to laugh at them, and revealing their dark sides—their own racisms, anger, and jealousies. They create a space for dialogue between people who cannot talk nicely with each other because they have been abused by history, and have been abusing each other for as long as they remember."http://goo.gl/Io1Gy5


What you say in the 'silence' of your bedrooms about the other tribe. What did you sssssthem in words. Say it. This matters more than the public fora you are punishing, the bloggers you are hunting. This is only the tip of the ice-berg. I did not say have Hate Speech. I said examine deeply. Examine what is closest to you. You. And this is what watching this drama did to us.

Still missing are politicians who will truly engage our African nations in changing power, wealth and possibilities for the well-connected into possibility for one and all. This has been done before. It can be done today. We need to divest power of greed. Power of hate, power of disconnect, lack of dialogue, now we are in you are out!

It is possible to move nations to wealth, to where education is affordable by everyone. Today in Kenya the rift between what some can get for education and others is as wide as that between the poorest and the richest. These rifts have to be bridged.




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