Sous le bruit des armes...a Maralal, en ce dernier
Posté le 31.12.2007 par lailasamburu
Ce texte est paru dans la presse kenyane ce jour. Note d'espoir et de deceptions meles, comme le ressentent beaucoup de Kenyans apres des resultats contestes d'elections tumultueuses.
Je vous laisse a la lecture de ce texte dans son integralite.
POUR REFLEXION...
ESPERANT NEANMOINS UNE ANNEE 2008 APPORTANT PAIX ET PROSPERITE A CE PAYS ET SES HABITANTS
I want to go on living in Kenya
Story by MILDRED NGESA | Monday Mix
Publication Date: 12/31/2007
I want to stay here in Kenya. Yes, I want to stay, even though every part of me is telling me that I probably shouldn’t. On the way to the office Sunday, the ghost of a deserted city centre was mocking me with every step I took. It was the ghost of past events which appeared to suggest that all was not well in this country — that all might not be well for a long time. Empty streets. One or two pedestrians strolling towards uncertainty as they braved the chilling silence in the city.
And on lamp posts, walls and buildings were posters of politicians, they in whose hands the fate of a Kenya remains. It is Monday, the 31st. The very last day of the year 2007. I had planned to write something invigorating and uplifting, something full of cheer. Something warm to celebrate the end of an eventful year. However, the events of the past four days have shifted my focus because the fate of Kenya hangs in the balance.
On Saturday, it all dawned on me, just how dangerously we were treading on the throes of violence. A friend’s brother knocked on my door in the evening. He was accompanied by his wife and a two-year-old child.
They were seeking refuge, fearing that violence would erupt in Kawangware slums. They did not even bring with them basic belongings after rowdy crowds spilled into the streets to protest over delayed results.
As I fumbled for provisions to make the family comfortable, I wondered to myself: is this really what we are coming to? Does it really have to be this bad?
On television, the images from across the country were not encouraging either. So much anger and anxiety! So much hatred and resentment! So much pent-up fury! What has happened to us my brothers? Just when did the rain begin to beat us so hard? In so short a time, the country has been transformed into a potential time-bomb just waiting to burst at the seams. I am not sure what will happen tonight. I don’t even know if we shall wake-up to bask in the sunlight tomorrow. But if you are reading this and feeling the way I am, then you will agree with me it is just not worth fighting for.
Still I am angry with politicians who have been sending out insincere messages of peace and tranquillity. Some of them have failed to put the well-being of the country ahead of everything else.
Now I know for sure and I have been convinced beyond doubt that the problem is never really with us the voters. It is not with you and me who woke up on the morning of Thursday the 27th to line-up and cast our vote.
Greedy for power
The problem is and has always been with those at the top, those hungry and greedy for power, and those with the responsibility to decide for the rest of the millions of Kenyans. The problem has always been with those already in power and those scrambling for it.
We were tribe-less on that early morning queue on voting day. We all braved the chill to stand up and be counted in a major historic event. We met in the queue — strangers from different parts of this nation. For over five hours, while moving along slowly and in orderly and patient manner, we became friends of the moment, chatting and joking among ourselves about this and that.
The discussions were wide and vast, bordering on family, careers and other life issues. We laughed as we waited. We knew why we were there, surprisingly none of us got into the nitty-gritty of the political tempo that was the undeniable reason for our meeting.
We did not need to. We had exhausted that in months of campaigns countrywide. It did not matter then that we had dissenting views on who our favourite candidates were. We knew that. It just did not matter. At the end of it, we gave each other the thumbs-up, wishing each other well as we entered the voting booth. There was no fight, no scuffle.
This is one of the reasons why I want to remain in this county even as it seems like an un-attractive place to be in at the moment. Kenyans are peaceful people.
They are calm and rational. They love their country. Trust me, they do. That is why even amidst all the melee and pockets of violence reported across the country, Kenyans still want to see and experience the best of positivism that can come out of an anxious situation.
Today, despite the uneasy calm in the city, I caught myself staring into the eyes of strangers so that I could catch a glimpse of their souls.
Something profound
Eyes do not lie. Believe me when I say that what I saw in the eyes of the strangers was something profound. It was something peaceful and calm. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason I want to stay here.
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Posté par
desbordes Pascale le 31.12.2007
je viens de la part de Christine pour te souhaiter mes meilleurs voeux pour 2008 avec plein de gros bisous .. http://chripamaco.spaces.live.com/
Lien vers mon blogcoucou
Posté par
desbordes Pascale le 31.12.2007
je viens de la part de Christine pour te souhaiter mes meilleurs voeux pour 2008 avec plein de gros bisous .. http://chripamaco.spaces.live.com/
Lien vers mon blogbon 1er janvier
Posté par
desbordes le 02.01.2008
il reste trois minutes avant le 2 janvier et je tenais à être là pour te souhaiter encore une bonne année .. biz de Pascalou
Bonsoir du Québec
Posté par
Monique le 02.01.2008
Bonsoir
Je viens de la part de Christine pour vous souhaiter une bonne et heureuse année.
De plus j'en profite pour vous souhaiter un bonne anniversaire de naissance ce 2 janvier.
Portez vous bien et que la santé, la paix ,le bonheur vous habite pour toujours
sincèrement
Monique du Québec