Thanks to BcaGlobal team and chef Alex Askew for having nominated me as the featured chef for this year's BCAGlobal Conference. It was an emotional day as it also happened to be the day Kenya gained it's independence from the British back in 1963. Equally important, it was my second daughter's 12th birthday. It was amazing to me to be speaking to long list of top African American chefs with all types of accomplishments. I am humbled by the work that many African Americans chefs have done in the past to make this possible for us to do what we do today. The work that many visionaries and forward thinking activists continue to can never be overstated. It was encouraging to see Akua Amefia, a Togolese woman food scientist amongst the presenting today. It's not fun always being one of a handful or even the only African in many such forums. I can go on and on but I will be brief today because a picture is worth a thousand words. Before speaking, a family member surprised me with a photo I had never seen It was a photo my oldest sister and myself at the age of 4. The photo was taken at my ancestral home. That is where the foundations of my interest in food can be traced. When my oldest sister was 4, they were living in a colonial concentration camp that had been created to deny the freedom fighters waging a war against the British from the nearby forest from access to food. Keeping all the villagers in a camp that was locked up at night meant limit control on their movements. During that same time, my father was in the British Gulag where hadcore men and women were detained for their involvement in the frredom struggle. I grew up serenaded by stories of revolutionary valor amongst our people. I hanged around some of these men. Unfortunately, their chilvary and code of honor restricted them from devulging the inner working of their organization. I still benefited tremendously from hanging around them and watching them navigate a new country whose nature they knew little about. Stories of battles fought and challanges were freely shared. They songs were invaluable part of those stories. Whenever I get any spotlight, I always start or end by acknowledging the many who have always taken a strong stand in the past. It's on their shoulders that I stand and on their principled stand that provide me with the courage to continue, even when doubt and doubting allies cast their dark shadow on this narrow path.
No Elections without justice
The next week might turn out to be the most pivotal week since the Second European War. That was probably the last time so much blood was spilled for no reason other that hatred and ignorance. Whatever the outcome of the U.S presidential elections will be, one thing is for sure. The lies of a democratic state are coming to a head. The hypocrisy of justice and liberty will be laid bare. Oligarchy is what America has been trending towards. A presidential election between to oligarchs is a sham elections. What will be at the ballot is if the sham system has any fire power left. The decision will be made on the backs of the most vulnerable.
There is palpable pain and agony from those whose children have been put in cages; those who are descendants of enslaved Africans who have long been waiting to be full citizens and to enjoy some benefits from the labor of their forefathers; those shot by police while unarmed; those who have lost their jobs because of government policy that favors corporations that are downsizing to increase capital; those who are facing violence as they cross borders illegally after loosing their markets to subsidized American agriculturalproducts; those drowning in oceans and seas escaping failed countries that have instituted World Bank policies that cripple the local economies; those illegal immigrants picking our food but have no gainful employment or job security due to government policy, those who have lost their businesses to looting, mounting debt and regressive taxes that allows supposed billionaire to get away with paying only $750 in taxes.
Karl Marx started his seminal work, The Communist Manifesto, with the observation that the history of all societies is one of class struggle. Yet there is a lot to said about the person he considered his number one hero: general Spartacus. Spartacus was the most famous general who led a slave rebellion against Rome and its slave economy. He won 9 battles against General Cassius and Pompey. On his last stand, when he realized that he was about to lose, he ordered his horse killed so that he could in the same rank with everybody else. His main focus shifted to laying his hands on General Crassus and General Pompeii in order to fight them one on one.
That was then. Now we all need to get on horses and fight for justice and against exploitation and ignorance. Democracy as we have it today has failed so many. The Democrats failed the country and that gave the Republicans an opening they exploited. The Republicans were especially unified in their fight against Obama. That was all any keen observer needed to see. President Obama wasn't radical in any major way but still that wasn't good enough for the Republicans.
The hate we are seeing has deep roots. It has been postponed for years. The final day for dealing with the long delayed issues is now at hand. Electing someone to continue with the same unjust system that has caused all the divisions won't solve the problem. If we don't do what is fair, unlike general Spartacus, we should spare the horse and go for each other’s throats. If we can live justly, we will just perish.
Injustice is a major cause of war and division. This arc of history is being bent towards illegitimate power. Those with power will use hate, color, sex and finally ideology to manipulate those without power so as to perpetuate the same o sameo. Don't fall for tricks. We are all finally at our own Mt. Vesuvius where Sparticus started his war.
Homage to a poet's Goodness & Blackness
You know you are getting old when you see more and more people you have worked with in the past doing bigger and bigger things. I first met CJ Suitt about seven years ago through his fellow poet and buddy Kane D Smego. I had helped raise a few dollars for their trip to Egypt during the Arab Spring.
We did a small dinner in my living room and then sat back as the poets treated us to a jam session of hit after hit of slam poetry. One of Kane's poems was about the Greensboro sit-ins by the students which would thrust the Civil Rights Movement into national limelight.
We graduated into doing dinners at bigger locations and to bigger crowds. Both Kane and CJ entertained my guests at The Palace, the popular Kenyan joint, on various occasions. Kane showed up at one of my most anticipated dinners in Durham when I hosted the legendary Will Allen. I was so thrilled when Kane repeated the poem about the Greensboro Sit-ins. I couldn't have asked for a better backdrop for the poem. The event was full capacity with some guests eating from the bar table. Some guests had crashed the party with a group of young men from a nearby rural town ( I can't remember the town).
A few local non-profits like Reinvestment Partners had supported the dinner by contributing some money. Three non-profits gave funds but only two were able to attend. Those that were not able to make it helped to pay for the tickets of the young men and a few adults. In other words, they allowed me to put on the show that I wanted and not the one that the guests had paid for.
Corporations such as Burt's Bees also removed their checkbooks in support of the event. To make things even better, they also bought a few extra tickets. The funny part is that the folks from Burt's Bees showed up a few minutes late only to find out that the only seats left were at the bar, out of politeness and for better view, they opted to stand when Will Allen and the poetry started. My friend Teli Shabu played the melodic Kora like there was no tomorrow.
My local favorite artist Keith McLaurin, brought two paintings as gifts for our main guest and one for the chef.
A friend who couldn't make it because of babysitting issues bought 5 tickets at $100. The contributions and collaborative energy was unrivaled. Seeds, a Durham non-profit teaching urban farming to high school youth offered a group of six young farmers as sous chefs for the evening. The energy was on fever pitch.
The energy from the guests was just as invigorating. Brother Yowcep Webb, Roxanne L London and a Russian family that was attending Duke Phd program also showed. Erin White a long time comrade in the food movement, especially in the field of architecture and design was present. My former dean at my culinary school also attended my dinner for the first time that night. Maurice Small kept Will Allen's crew entertained. The list was long but the space between guests was absent. Karen Ochola's, the owner of The Palace, hospitality was obvious.
What was less obvious except to Will Allen, Mauric Smalls and some staff members, the non-profit that had invited Will Allen to the Triangle for a weekend workshop, was the ugly war of words that had marked the preparation for the dinner. She felt that Will had no right to attend a dinner while under a contract with them. I politely reminded her, through her staff, that I was not privy to the contract and that my discussion with Mr. Allen was independent of anyone else. I continued to clarify that I wasn't aware of any requirement for me to check in with them before talking to anyone else outside the company. It would be rude really to ask anyone I talk to who they had contracts with before engaging with them.
In the end cool heads prevailed, the dinner took place and we had a ball.
Whenever you see artists and activists getting recognition, it doesn't come on a silver plate. But how it comes is never an issue. The issues which are so easy to get blurred by the fake glitter of recognition is what the struggle aims to achieve. No amount of recognition can change that. Either way, I am happy for CJ but more for the good that might come out of the appointment.
In the meantime, I will be calling CJ tomorrow to discuss the possibility of yet another dinner. I wonder who else I will need to call to ask for permission to talk to this grand poet, whose poems really quench my thirst for the Goodness in Blackness!
WHY blm is positive reinforcement for a Negative habit
I received an email recently from a director of a nonprofit inviting me to speak to some young people doing a residency at the site of the nonprofit. The owners of the property are well known to me and we have done various events together. We have had dinners together and long conversations on their kitchen table. I have helped in their fundraising and they too have come out in strong support for some of my events. It did not take much thinking to agree to speak to the youth and even potentially doing a food literacy workshop.
The director connected me to the events coordinator upon accepting the invitation. The events coordinator was pleasant along the whole process of setting up the date and hammering the details of the event.
The day of the event was finally at hand and I showed up for the event with my children in tow. I was ushered upstairs in an old rehabbed barn that has been turned into a beautiful meeting area decorated with shiny hardwood floors. Milling around the wide expansive hall were different groups of youth lightly engaged in light conversations. The youths were made of mixed races but predominantly White. We made it to the front of the hall and my host wasted no time in calling everyone to attention.
She briefly introduced me and yielded the floor to me. I did my usual disclaimer that my talks could be difficult for some people’s taste and that my story is based on my experience as well as my research. That doesn’t make me right or wrong but it is what my take is on the issues that affect me and the society I live in or have lived in previously. I added that there was nothing personal or against any particular person present.
I proceeded to speak about issues of food justice as well are racial justice. In my lecture, I stated the fact that I do not support the idea supporting any political candidate solely based on the color of his skin. In the same way, I do not support the idea of opposing any candidate solely on the basis of his or her race. I continued with my speech and discussed the various racial and social issues and how those issues tie to food. The things I said are public information and there was nothing that I said that is not either documented or where I explicitly indicated that it was strictly my opinion. Those bits I added were my own ethnic philosophy which is the basis I use in analyzing the various injustices that are currently affecting the U.S.
I can say what everybody thought but when I finished speaking, one young African American lady raised her hand and offered her feedback publicly. She said among other things that she had never heard the connection between food and power in the way I explained it before. She thanked me for helping her understand the power dynamics involved in food. Another young lady with Hispanic and African American background also made several remarks that were largely positive. One lady had a different opinion from mine regarding food pantry. She had worked in the food pantry and believed that she was making a positive contribution and that was fine with me. I had no issues with her position. It was hers and she was entitled to it to the fullest length, breath and weight.
The event was supposed to have had two sections but the question and answer section took a bit longer than expected and the cooking workshop that was supposed to have followed was deemed too much for the youth. I could totally relate to that but I was keen on meeting my end of the bargain. I therefore offered to return and complete the other section as per our agreement.
I later received an email informing me that there was some pushback regarding my remarks about BLM. I could not have been more surprised. I am Black and I gave my own opinion about how I feel about issues that affect me and someone has a problem with that? How does that even make sense? I am not sure if someone had a problem with me saying that I would not vote for anyone strictly on the basis of color or gender as I have seen the results of in many places.
I delved deeper into the topic during my lecture and explained that I have a problem with a demand that is not clearly articulated. I restated a statement I had made before that BLM has to be a philosophical statement first before it is a political statement. We have to articulate exactly what it is we want to accomplish and how we would see those goals achieved. Otherwise to get people to simply say hunger is bad in theory does not deal with the hunger problem, I explained.
Nobody owes me an explanation for not accepting what they paid for. That is their right to refuse anything whether they have paid or not. I however don’t have a right to refuse to offer services that have been paid for, so nothing illegal about that situation. I have some skin in that game because I am interested in adding my voice in matters that affect me directly. Racism in America is systemic and if someone thinks that the way to solve that problem is through the censorship of the same people who suffer from the same racism is synonymous with killing one disease by causing another equally virulent disease. So, why do through all that trouble for no gain at all?
The Democratic Party, which is the same thing as saying the majority White Liberal Party, has a checkered history in the South. A perfect example being the 1877 compromise between the two major parties that led to the end of reconstruction. That single act resulted in the withdrawal of the federal troops that had been stationed in the South following the end of the American Civil War to help protect the newly freed Blacks from retribution or harassment for their involvement in the war or simply due to their vulnerable situation. That single act delayed some of the promises that the emancipation was intended to bring for about 100 years. Many lost their lives and others have never recovered from the set backs that came about as a result of the compromise. Here is an example of how that checkered history can be projected into the future all while feeling as though progress is being made. It is also an example of what not to do if at all BLM is to become a reality.
If Blacks keep protesting as we always have without any significant change in tactic, we will take that act of protesting without real and serious changes as a great thing. It is therefore possible for us to be protesting just for the sake of protesting. We can't survive for long on the account of what we are against but for what we are for. Protesting for the sake of protesting is a positive reinforcement for a negative habit. For a white person to think that they know what is best for me better than I know for myself is one such consequence of protesting for the sake of protesting.
UnElectIng Food
It is common practice for any potential employee to ask the employer for employment benefits. In fact it has become the gold standard, only second to salary and wages, to gauge the ranking of a job position. These benefits often include a retirement package and insurance coverage. When you think about it, it is rather odd that we have built a culture that values getting treatment more than it values the whole process of wellness. That has spun a culture of easy solutions for a long term problem.
That the food we eat and the drinks we consume make almost certain that we will get sick and therefore need the insurance does seem to register and clearly, or at least not enough for us to feel compelled to do something about it. Here is one major predicament that we have that is the quintessential crime on a grand scale. It all starts with the socialization not of losses but the privatization of pleasures. There can be no private pleasure if the loss that emanates from such an act turns into a cost for those who had no say in the act that caused the loss.
I have observed a similar practice amongst the Kenyan community in the Diaspora whereby a person dies from unexpected reason, accident or sickness and the community are tasked with the task of fulfilling the will of the deceased and that of the family to ship the body back to Kenya to be rested amongst his kin or next to a loved one. In a bid to make the will of a person few knew or probably had any relationship of any kind, kindness is born out of thin air steps up to the plate and before you know it, as much as $ 20,000 to $50,000 are raised by members of the Diaspora and the body is neatly dressed and prepared by a mortician for the journey across the sea to where it had begun its journey.
Therein lies the irony is that there are few other wishes that such people would have made in life and without having any resources and have the community show up with such vigor, expecting nothing in return. This is especially the case when you consider just how difficult it is for startups and other ventures to access funds for their new or existing businesses. Why is it that planning for a vacation or even traveling back to Kenya is not too much of an expense that many do not have a problem financing, but become financially destitute whenever pleasure is out and pain is in. The pleasure that such individuals had been enjoying while things were more normal must have been a mirage then. They were having a good time with resources that they should have been saving to cover their own wishes. To miss that point is to court disaster. If a group of people invest more of their social capital in building churches and burying their kin and little in financing startups and businesses that would promote progress and economic and social vitality in days to come, their future is both uncertain and most likely going to be rocky.
Whether one is looking for a job and puts more weight on benefits than on food or one’s culture socializes loss but privatizes pleasure, the one thing that these two groups have in common is that they are indirectly unelecting food. For this reason, and probably many others, food is never such a big issue in the American, much less African, political races. Food literacy is the one solution to this predicament. People who invest in private pleasure but socialize suffering in the face of the global crisis we currently face are likely to face serious problems in the times to come.
Domestic violence in our socialization
Ekho is a popular Kenyan social media company based in Dallas hosted by One Monicah Kariuki. Ms. Kariuki covers all manner of topics that are relevant to the Kenyans in the Diaspora. That I was invited to speak on Ekho was not a big surprise. The company is a Kenyan company, meaning that the topics covered are relevant to me as well. But I could have expected to be covering the topic of food than issues of domestic violence.
I graciously accepted the invitation and promised myself to think about what my position would be much later. Then something interesting happened. The closer we got to the onse of the event, the more I realized that there are very interesting connections between food justice and domestic violence.
When you think about it, the most basic source of our socialization is the family. It's the place where we get our most enduring values.
If that environment happens to be violent, then it is logical to assume that violence could be part of that family's value moving forward. Save for serious interventions, the violent tendencies can metastasize over time to create a whole industry of violence. This is largely what seems to have happened. You see any change or development brings its own opportunity. Another way of looking at it is that certain changes or developments are brought about to create opportunities for certain people. Violence is no different and while it might not appear that way, it is quite plausible that violence is an industry in its own right.
There are historical, political and economic dimensions to violence.
If we look at the foundation of America as a country, from the bloody revolution and the violence against the native people, the first blue chip industry besides slavery and cotton, was the gun industry. It become the first powerful lobby group in the U.S. that it became the envy and model for future corporations bid to subvert the power of the government for the purpose of using public resources for private gain. The use of lobbyists and buying political influence started with the gun lobby. While many view Edward Barney as the father of public relations, the gun industry was a forerunner of such relations.
Put differently violence is a cradle of this country. But how does that ultimately affect the kind of country we ultimately become? What turns out to be the most likely result, at least going by the case of America, is that we normalize violence. America became a gun culture and that culture is not only social but also political. I don’t know which presidential candidate would even win the Republican primaries without pandering to the gun culture of the party members.
It is therefore ironical that the same national culture that espouses the right to have weapons around the house that are fit for the battle ground. Weapons do not necessarily make people violent, what they do is create a culture that glorifies weapon and by extension a culture that can be easily manipulated by corporations keen on selling more weapons. In the end, a country becomes addicted to weapons for no apparent gain. In the end, violence becomes something that we find hard to separate ourselves from. It becomes part of us and something we either cause or just come to be oblivious of. It is no surprise then that people of African descent can suffer historical violence and the country still view them as both a threat as well as an obstacle to progress and peace in this country. It must take a special people to be so deluded and still consider themselves normal. The violence then spreads outside our borders with our complicity and sometimes tacit approval.
In such a case, the world domestic violence actually describes who we are as a county. All violence is domestic, it starts from home, upbringing, culture, socialization or training. It’s effects are felt at a domestic level as it is someone’s father, mother, son or daughter who gets violated and that has direct or indirect consequences on the domestic lives of all those related to the victim of violence. So yes, domestic violence is us and we are it.
Grocery insurance
I lost count of the the number of times I seen the quote, often in nicely framed poster at the alternative medicine offices or hippie grocery stores, making a case that we should let food be our medicine. What I haven't lost is the memory of how reputable people in high position have continued to push this message with a particular angle that could be or should I say has been detremental to our health. This narrative has the ability to blur lines that should be distinctly different and clear as the contrast between day and night.
When I was growing up in the 70s and 80s, it would have been practically impossible for someone to convince me, and pretty much the whole village, that there was a romantic relationship of sort between food and medicine. Food was life and fun. Medicine was pain, pricey at best and likely to lead to postmortem at worst. But for those who are heavily endowed with the timeless wisdom that makes us thinking and philosophical beings, food and medicine have to be the ultimate magic. In fact, our history is replete with stories of food, medicine and magic. Just as often and probably more significant, food and magic are also connected to our downfall and sin.
I was already familiar with the biblical narative about how eating of the three sins. First, the story of Eve and the eating of an Apple is a rather weird coincidence. The same apple that lead to the man is now the symbol of health that is recommended daily as a solution to regular doctor's visits. Talk about irony. The doctors must have had little to do with religion. That is assuming that they came up with the story.
The second sin in the story of Eve was that of collective punishment. Though Adam loved Eve so much and probably just wanted to make her happy, eating bad for for love, fear or ignorance is nor forgiven. Adam was equally punished for Slaying of Eve.
The third sin was the connection between food and geography. When Adam asked where he was, he replied by replying that he was naked. So eating the wrong can result to geographical malfunction.
But is my secular interpretation of a popular story.
Why do people still eat bad food even in the post-Eve erra.
Historically, A debate between the rain doctor and Dr. Da
Indigenous secular Renaissance
Today, I want to talk about the next big thing that i predict will be consuming the hearts of minds of a number of people on this forum and beyond for the next while, at the very least and most likely for decades to come.
Let me give you a short background. A friend recently mentioned about a group of Gikùyù enthusiasts who had been meeting somewhere in Ndumberi. She figured that I must have known about the group. She was taken aback when I confessed that I knew nothing about the group. After a long conversation about my thoughts about the who idea of cultural renaissance, she promised to take me to the meeting during my next visit to Kenya. Unfortunately, my schedule become a bit hectic and I ended up not going. But it was not for lack of trying. My friend had even made arrangements for me to speak at the meeting.
Since I did not get a chance to make it the meeting, I took it upon myself to share the theme of a talk that never was. I did this my sharing it with those i felt were in the best place to communicate or to process my sentiments. I therefore called Mbaria Wa Mbaria ,Kariuki Kamau Kariuki and Káráyá Ndérítú and expressed my concern that the freedoms of worship that the Gíkùyù were experiencing was likely not going to last as it is a direct threat to those who are real powers in our country. AIt was clear to me that the numbers simply did not add up. There is no way that those many people would be attending such meetings and for the churches not to feel the effect. That was even before adding all the people who have dropped out of church, decided not to join and those who are not even in the market. I was sure that this matter will come to a head and it would not be pretty.
Less than three months down the line, a seriously deluded character known as Njue came out publicly and issued a statement that made it very clear that his organization known as catholic church had been spying on the group. I am sure that I am the first one, nor the last one, to suspect that there had been spies in those meetings. What might have been very clear to many is the seriousness of such spying and danger it poses. This to me is worse than all the venom of the BBI and all the forms corruptions that the Jubilee crooks have been conducting.
Think about it. The government with all its ills has been elected by the people. Even if the steal the elections, they will die or can be overthrown. None of the governments in the world today are as old as the government of the catholic church. The group has a history of genocide that goes back to six hundred years. The group has to, by extension, have the most blood on its hands. They are the single wealthiest group on the planet of all religious institutions. You may just want to ask how they become so wealthy while all along selling a false image that they are in the business of saving souls and helping the power. This is an image they have exploited to the highest. The have agents who to this day are highly praised as though they did great works for the benefit of humanity.
One such recent figure was a broker of souls called Mother Terressa. She was a great friend of poverty but not the poor. She benefited tremendously by pimping the poor. Her fake status allowed her to dine with the high and mighty and getting them to donate money to charity, the funds did not go to help the poor but to open the order of Missionaries of Charity in her own name. This order had as many as 4500 nuns. As for the poor that she supposedly helped, they were just a vehicle for her to raise to fame. She would be bestowed with the Nobel Peace Price and many other awards. She got plenty of money from dictators and corrupt business people. Including the Haitian dictator Baby Doc and the dissident Mark Rich. She would often return the favor by saying very kind things about this sick people. She was later deified by her boss.
There was nothing extraordinary with the above act. Going back to the days of Galileo to Giodano Bruno, the catholic church has a long history of being against progressive thought and right of indigenous people, and honestly the rights of all people. The church has benefited from the spoils of war, slavery and calamities. During Black Plague, the church claimed that the cause of the plague was not rats but rather it was a form of punishment for the sins of man.
The congregation were advised to fast and to engage in self-flagellation. Those two acts caused millions to die from weakened bodies and lines of religious procession that went from town to town , carrying with it, not just blessings but the plague.
Looking the world exploration of the work in the 15th century, the pope played a key role in sanctioning the enslavement of Africans and genocide of other indigenous people. Bartholomew Del Ascas was a catholic agent in Haiti, then know as Espaniola, and actually wrote to the pope to request that he allow Africans to be imported as slaves to slave the native Americans from going extinct from the spanish genocide. The pope would late play a key role in solving the territorial dispute between the Spaniards and the Portuguese in the treaty of Tordesallis in June 7 1494 .
The treaty divided the globe by half and each conqueror was deputized to reduce to slavery all the people of lands that countries would find in their region unless they converted to catholicism . That is largely how we ended up having as many Africans in the Americas.
You may want to know how the church become so rich. Consider the fact that for centuries the Catholic church had earned a lot of money by working the poor European as serfs. The catholic church owned about 30 to 50% of the land in Europe, while the rest was owned by the political class. Some figures show that the lands that were owned by the church produced 10 times more per unit as compared to the lands of the political class that was being worked by serfs too. It means that being a slave to the lords people was far worse than being a slave to caesar .
Okay, back to Kenya now.
While I idd not get to visit the group meeting during my last visit. I visited the first Consolata mission outside Italy which is located in Tuuthu was Karuri. It was built in 1904. The mission was built where the last traditional chief of the Gíkùyù lived as well as the local shrine was located.
While on our way back from visiting the mission, we gave a ride to a local fellow who told us that the fishing rights in Mathioya, the local river, had been auctioned to the highest bidder. There is a fishing club closet to Tuuthu where wealthy African and Whites come to do Trout fishing. No locals are allowed to fish by the banks river banks. I was furious.
I will only mention that the issue of molesting young boys is a well known fact. In fact it is crisis that has been a thorn on the side of this institution as the offending dunderheads are simply transferred from institution to the next.
The catholic church and their agents have too much blood on their hands to claim any moral high ground to condemn the cultural group. It is hypocritical of the institution offer unsolicited advice or guidance to other religious gatherings that are outside their christian denominations. I totally understand that more and more people are leaving religion, including the traditional ones. But those are things they need to deal with internally.
What I know for a fact is that mystery and fear are very weak means of holding people's attention. You can go ask Galileo and Socrates. These were relatively poor people but changed the way we view the world. One of the things these individuals did was to make god less and less important is our daily affairs. The heavens become less important, less and people naturally stoped boarding that plane. Part of the reason being that all gods are worship for a time and then become extinct. The challenge is that when they are in fashion or to that still believe in them, they are real. But surely as the shines, all deities like humans do die. Nobody believes in Zues or Poseidon.
What yours truly believes is that the political system we have is deeply vested in what you and I believe. That is just part of the game. You don't have to take my word it. Just ask anyone from Central province about all the social problems are experiencing in the region with such matters as drug addiction, corruption, damage of the environment, crime, rape cases and family disputes of all manner.
Yet the biggest social institution that has become the de facto political grounds for the country bears not responsibility for this breakdown of the social fabric. The people are getting ever poor, ever insecure, ever lonely, ever untrustworthy, every depressed , ever frustrated with a government that loves the church and always has goodies for the church. When you realize that the same government that is a darling of the church has caused untold frustrations and suffering of millions of Kenyans, it should not come as a surprise that people will not feel a similar dislike for the the church.
The church and the government are to of a insecure institutions in the country today. It is for that reason that I would kindly request all my progressive people in the area of Ndumberi and its environs to attend to attend the next Gwata Ndaaí on huge numbers. This will not be a vote for Gwata Ndaaí, but a vote against the two bearded rogue sisters that are perpetually oppressing us. If w don't stand against this cultural imperialism, intellectual imperialism and political dictatorship will surely follow and none of us will be safe. Don't go for Thaai (sacred peace), go for Thayù(secular peace).
Thayù thayù