I used to believe that politicians were the problem with our country. Surely, what else could be the problem? Think of post-election violence and the implication to many innocent families, children who became orphans and parents who lost their children. It must have been one of the darkest periods in the history of our country. Who are we to blame for such atrocities to the people? Why not put the blame squarely on those selfish and evil men and women drunk on power and amassing wealth for their own good….
But over the weekend the situation kind of dawned on me. Not to say that the “vultures” are not to blame for most of our misfortunes. Here I was, surely part of the problem. I was that guy in the matatu who sat in silence as the conductor harassed a poor lady whose only mistake was to complain when she was taken past her stage. I watched as he went ahead and harassed another due to his tribal association. How many times do we just sit and watch all that is happening around us and saying to ourselves that we are just minding our own business. We are a society that finds fault in everyone except ourselves. And I am no exception to the rule.
Today I gave a homeless woman bearing a young child the coin that was settled perfectly in my pocket. Not really a saintly act and one that should paint me so. But the sense to it was why not do the little I can do at least to make, even in the slightest way, the world a better place. I imagine most of us complain about the many scandals of corruption that seem to fill and form most of the skeletons in our country’s closet. It is within our right for it is tax payer’s money. But how many of us use the little that we do have for the good of others except ourselves.
There are so many ordinary Kenyans doing extraordinary things and I salute them. Take the Bring Zack Back Home campaign. What stops me from being part of that group? What stops you from being part of that small group of Kenyans?
As a wise man once said, history will judge harshly not the bad people that did evil but the good people that stood and did nothing.
A wise fool also added that ignorance is bliss. As most of us do to turn our head away from the smell, metaphorically, and often complain and talk ill of those doing good in society. I want to be that guy that lends an ear to a crying stranger and becomes my brother’s keeper as I am mandated to be. Hope to see more of us join in the quest for more social justice.
About the Author
Euticus Aziz Mola is a 22 year old Computer Science student in Kenya. He loves art, literature especially poetry, music and technology. He runs a blog that aims to give a perspective on matters affecting the African society, a mirror per say, and hopes to be an influence to the many African youth quickly losing track with our African morals, values, beliefs and culture.