Vote, and Move on!

Article by: Slyvia Nkatha

This morning, I was busy cooking up reasons to give my HR at work in case I got late after a particularly restless night. Story for another day. I was thinking about all the circumstances surrounding my life, the way I have had this obsession lately to draw close to God, and how, almost immediately I started that journey, drama started to unfold around me.

So I am thinking about and saying my numerous silent prayers, in my head, and this young man hops onto the bus with a thunderous melody. Those dreadlocks on his head and Kenyan flag wrapped around his back, he got in there and introduced himself like our best buddy. Normally, I like silence in the morning, like do not disturb my peace, least of all on public transport, no chaos until I am fully loaded with breakfast and some positive vibes. I can get snappy some days. Sorry. So I immediately rolled my eyes and looked at our conductor murderously, yes, from the back of the bus where I sat. “Leave me alone.” I said vibes.

But something amazing happened. Young man introduced himself and schooled all of us on the current times of our country, and asked the driver to play one of the songs on his CDs for him to sing to us. This young man then talked about peace, how politics is usually an eye and ear sore in this my beloved country. How we are as archaic as a nation to have to preach peace during election period like we have no God, and no sense. How we have let our leaders oppress and steal from us repeatedly over and over.

Buddy talked about why we have to be reminded that we are ordinary citizens who have no business spewing hatred or disagreeing to the point of hate and blows on account of difference in ideologies. For people who will let us bleed as they sit in their mansions and act like they are out of this world if we descend into chaos. Buddy told us to grow up. To look at what we would be inviting into our midst if we acted like fools. Why can we not vote and just move on?

Since when did human blood change its composition by tribe, or even race? Since when did we forget our history and patriotism, since when did we willingly let politics dictate our emotions and thought processes until, we, us, are like putty in the hands of corrupt individuals who have proven to not care about us? When will elections be a norm that we vote and go on about our day like progressive Sapiens? Why do we need aid, advisers, international observers and a myriad of adviser ‘just in case we let it go bust? ‘Are we okay in our heads?

Buddy made that bus want to go straight to the CBD, to let him speak. Buddy had us clapping and cheering him on. So a bunch of us bought those 100 bob CDs, which by the way, he simply said we can have at half price but everyone that bought took one for its actual worth. Why do things like this happen behind closed doors of buses? Why do we not all collectively act like this as a nation? Why are people so paranoid they travel for extended days because we have chaos hot spots? In this century? In this economy? Where do you get the audacity to expect inconveniences just for your votes?

I guess, my message is, vote, but move on. Move on cause we have a lot to do individually, as families, as friends, as companies and businesses, as schools, as children of God. We owe ourselves some sense and sensibility, and we owe ourselves peace. Buddy to the universe!!

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