Wake me up when I got my rights back!

Stop and think …what is really happening to our beloved country. Our mother land! The Pride of Africa. Are we losing something? And if so what is it? I feel like a caged bird with wings to fly; yet no space to fly. My constitution does not seem to make sense any more, the custodians of the same are picking us left and center for voicing our grievances! Am I losing my constitutional rights? 19^th of January 2015 reminded me of some bad scenes of the Soweto Massacre. Everything about today was wrong and worse because our government officials were speaking in low tones this time round. But great is the common Kenyan who voiced out their disappointments on Social Media. We really hope to enjoy this space until this #greedyinhumanbadpeople bring it down. But wait a minute, How many of us will be picked up for disrespecting the government, or it personalities? The truth is that I feel unsafe even as I writing this article. I want to talk to the world, the president, to Dr. Evan Kidero, Charity Ngilu …to sonko. But I am Caged! Talk of Sonko …Where was the Sonko rescue team again? I feel bad …really bad that only God knows what I wanted to tell all of you. But just because I am caged I let it go!

Now stop and think about that Class one student at Langata Primary school, who innocently believed that all adults are God send protectors. Today in broad day light we wiped out the simple believe in an innocent mind. Should they ever feel safe in the hands of a police officer? Or shouldn’t we be safe in your hands Mr. Officer? At least that’s what I was taught in school …that if I ever got lost at any one point I should look for the nearest police officer.

My 2cent# opinion, I will not speak softly like our officials since I am already in a cage. I pay 46% of my income to taxes, so if nothing else gives me a right, I got my tax statement to stick to. Children have a right to expression, it was their PLAYGROUND! It was wrong to TEAR- GAS children, I saw the alert about this demonstration last week; you mean these damn relevant authorities missed it? How long do they need to solve such a matter? As a Kenyan I am disappointed, In fact disappointment is a big understatement. Children deserve to be protected and they need a play ground too. Honestly, what kind of greed pushed a grown up ‘with 32 teeth’ grab a School play ground? This is pure insanity! Shame on you! And the reason why key Kenyan noise makers were missing in action is eyebrow lifting too! I demand a better Kenya; I demand protection for our children. I am very highly taxed citizen so I demand and deserve the best!

By Dinah Muthuka

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