The dark ages of Colonialism.



~Statue of Dedan Kimathi, MauMau fighter~

“Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?”
Anthony Burgess
Colonialism. It just never leaves my mind. It is said that the mere purpose was to teach the natives English, proper etiquette and book keeping and we all know that it isn’t rue. I still don’t get their cruelty to the people in the land. I get that colonialism had positive and negative effect but to beat someone so bad just because you are developing their world doesn’t make sense at all.


My great grandmother tells tales of when we were being colonized. She worked at a settlers farm. It is heart breaking. First they grabbed lands and forced the natives to move to squatters.They were beaten and paid poorly and forced to pay taxes to the ‘Bwana’. If you happened to oppose them, they would come for your family at night. Ransack the whole house and maybe even take the man of the house. If you are lucky they return to you but in bad shape, bruised and wounded and if you are unlucky like most others, your husband may never come back to you at all.

The girls were raped and mistreated and others got pregnant. They gave birth to biracial kids who were hated by the others since it represented the sins of the mother. But only the mothers could understand to love a child who is a result of pain and suffering. The ones who tried to fight were rounded up and put in cells and if you got away you had to live in exile. With it came education and alas they were able to defeat them. Aha, Independence at last. Sweet victory, but for the common man and woman it was just freedom from slavery. The home guards loyal to the colonizers took home big houses and grabbed lands. I guess freedom isn’t freedom after all.

And after everything, we were free and we still struggle to build and rebuild the broken homes and hearts and a developed nation. Even though we may never get justice we pray that our independence justifies us. I am so glad it is over.



The Struggle



If you close your eyes to facts, you will learn through accidents. ~ African proverb


Most people struggle so much in life, especially coming from a developing world. Everyday the media sends photos of little children, malnourished and dying and the whole world is in awe. They wonder”What kind of people let this happen to little children?” yet only few will help. They see the young boy on the beach with torn pants waiting for tourists who will take him away, give him a job,make him their ‘Shamba boy’ as they are commonly referred to in this parts.

There is a girl I know now a woman. To say that she has been through some rough patches would be an understatement and not that she has done bad in her life. Her life took the worst turn when she was assaulted and she got pregnant and she gave birth to a little baby girl, her bundle of joy who would one day save her from her troubles. Everyone told her what they have always said, “Young girl the struggle is just for now, the future will be better.” but we all know that is not always the case and she was one of the unfortunates.

And so in a world with no remorse she struggled, gave her all never gave up every waking moment of her life. Even so she is still miserable inside and questions the creator. “Why? When?”, she asks. She cries during the night and gains hope at daybreak and prays that her little baby girl doesn’t end up struggling all her life. She hopes that she doesn’t look up to her, for even though we are a race bound to struggle she does not believe that anyone deserves all that she has been through- especially not the little children dying of hunger or the young boy on the beach.