Wednesday 18 June 2014

After all the killings, security surely starts with me (Mr. President) then, YOU (Kenyan)-How ironical ?but True




I was appalled by a reckless statement I heard from a friend a week ago. It was as a result of a current media campaign by Hon. Uhuru Kenyatta, where the good old president is quoted as saying, “security starts with me, and you”. Now to the disturbing part. My friend claimed, without batting an eyelid, that Mr. president has finally sold our souls (Kenyans) to the lowest bidder. According to him, matters of security were “hard” issues of “life and death’ that needed to be handled with the seriousness they deserve, and not kid gloves. His ruminations seem to have emanated from the recent show of our might only a fortnight ago.
Beaming on our T.V screens was a bubbly Mr. President, dignified as ever, telling Kenyans that the country was safe. How safe? A story for another day. But the Madaraka day celebrations did not falter in bringing us the entertainment. I remember wondering how many gallons of jet fuel the swift jets gracing the airspace of Nyayo stadium consumed on that single day, or the extent of damage their carbon fumes dealt our environment.
 What's more, armored vehicles including a new Land cruiser with high bullet proof clear glass chauffeured our president into the stadium, in style? As per the norm, the disciplined forces showcased their military might by doing the usual "marching around" in the stadium. This time round, they went a step ahead and crowned their moves with a scintillating dance that left many cracking their ribs. On the sidelines, a menacing armored vehicle was literally pulling the crowds. Most people were stunned to see that the President has fortified his security detail, while their own security situation remained uncertain. This very vehicle, with all its amazing extras like “bullet proof, bomb proof,” was what drew vitriol on the part of my friend, who thought that the president was declaring, albeit in an ironical way, that he is cognizant of the security breach in the country and therefore the need to protect himself before protecting his people, who voted him in to exactly do the opposite-PROTECT THEM FIRST.


What with a string of grenade attacks that have claimed the lives of so many Kenyans as the government simply remained inactive? What with the disastrous West Gate attack, the most magnanimous heinous attack on unarmed civilians on Kenyan soil? What about the government’s ineffectiveness and unsatisfactory management of the (aftermath of the) massacre, which happened at the heart of Nairobi, just a stone throw away from the President’s stool of power? What about the blame game that followed the killings? The security lapse was there for all to see. I could not help imagining what would happen if the said Al Shabaab Militiamen, in one of their brazen attacks, besieged a farflung hamlet away from the city. A total disaster-my friend would later blurt out, just about when my meandering stream of thought was about to leave that topic and think of “other” more important matters. But it wouldn’t, my security was everything I wanted.

 It was my peace of mind. I shuddered, the realization that we as Kenyans were among the most unsafe people in the world, perhaps even more insecure that our neighbors Somali, was spine tingling, no, -blood cuddling.
Then it happened. They struck the most unlikely of places-Mpeketoni in Lamu. “Very far, three days away from Nairobi by bus,” my friend would later tell me. They did their heinous and barbaric act, West Gate style. And they had all the time in this world to kill and maim with sheer abandon, at least the government was napping, they knew THAT! and ten slipped back into the thick cover of the nearby Boni forest. Leisurely, they could point their killer automatic riffles to a target, mostly men, and kill everything at their wake. They also destroyed property worth millions, had time to burn houses and shops and banks and hotels, and even kill some more on their way out. Their audacity was unheard of. Fresh fears emerged as residents claimed that they repeated their killing spree Monday night at a place called Poromoko, only that this new attack could not match their earlier attack, in terms of casualties.
 The attack only exposes the soft belly of our government, and simply brings the sad point home-Our intelligence, and police force were caught flatfooted, once again. A cool 8 months after the bloody WestGate massacre. This raises more questions than answers.



Now to the hard questions. Why Is the government napping on its job? Who is napping? Why didn’t IG Kimaiyo act immediately after being notified of the attack, just a couple of minutes later? Did some police officers know about the impending attack? What is the government doing to avert future attacks?

What is Ole Lenku still doing in the government? We are tired of his sdick antics especially on matters of life and death? He blubbered after West Gate, we spared him. Now it has happened again! The man is NOT up to the task! Why is the government doing the work of Red Cross? –Collecting dead bodies and promising to foot funeral expenses of the deceased? Till when will we live with this? We are tired of this inefficiency on the part of the government!(or, at least those people I talked to were dead tired of this government’s seemingly inability to contain a rag tag Somali militia-what will all that equipment, guns and tanks that we boast of, when will they be  put into some active use? What about the police choppers which could have extinguished the threat from above?


The questions keep ringing in my mind, in our minds…..its time something was done to restore normalcy and peace. A bird whispered to me that Mpeketoni residents have vowed to take up arms and guard themselves. What if everybody else did the same in the next few months? This is not incitement but the truth. Syria was once a peaceful nation, so were Iraq, Ukraine, Tunisia, and Somalia. If we get nothing but sheer talk and no action at all, PUSH will come to shove. Afterwards, our neighbors will not help but point to a bloody battlefield. I bet their words will be,” There once was a country: A story of Kenya.”