Just the other day,and late in the night,
A news reporter said we're on the verge.
Heavy with sleep,i didn't get the succeeding word.
The only other word i heard was-'revolution'
It was an alien word to me.
It was fearful too,and i only thought of guns,
And a forceful eviction of an elected government.
Nevertheless,I went to sleep.
In my naive curiosity,I checked the local daily at dawn,
Eager to read about the revolution.
And true to my eyes it had the story.
The facts were there too.
Kenya was on the verge of a revolution!
And there would be no guns involved,
Not even spare blood to be spilled-
Our blood banks don't have enough supplies anyway!
The story went like this-
The president has identified a common enemy!
An enemy we could all hate and loathe.
An enemy that deprives us the passion to work,
What will all the Johnie come lately eating the whole pie!
Becoming overnight millionaires!
And so the pronouncement had import,
In that it restored our hopes once dried.
The fluid in our joints flowed again,
With the faith and hope that our taxes,
Which used to feed and fatten the butcher's cats,
Would ultimately find a better use.
And there was the revolution!
Our healthcare system would once again bloom.
Our maternal mortality rate would go down .
And our children would count their birthdays again,
In this God given land that is Kenya.
Talk of revolution!
Revolutions don't need an army.
It may start with a whisper to another,
That things are not just right,
And we can't stay that way!
It doesn't need a Che Guevara or a Castro,
Though some policies may be just what we need.
It only needs a conscious Kenyan ,
To take the button to another,
About the common enemy that is CORRUPTION,
And the other,not given to keeping things for himself to tell another.
And there we are!
Reclaiming our country from the dogs!
These revolutions revolve around conversations,
About why we should not engage in the vice.
This vice that eats us alive!
It gains momentum in busparks-as you wait for the estate bus,
And in marketplaces where the anti vice slogan spreads,
Then to white collar offices where the sharks lurk.
And before you know,the fat cat is rounded,
His effect-deadened by the chorus against.
That is when the revolution happen,
With no plotter in sight but goodies to see,
Then hope,our elusive hope springs forth.
