This Serikali Saidia Syndrome

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 ByWakini Kuria

 There are no moments I enjoy most than having the remote control at hand, when someone starts talking of ‘serikali saidia’ even on instances where the government has no business. You know! 

 So your car broke down, serikali saidia, you are stuck in traffic, serikali saidia, so the kids are burning up schools? Serikali saidia, never mind that we are the same people who brought up the damn brats! Remember the old story of a boy who cried ‘oh leopard!’ until one day people got tired of his pranks and never responded to a real distress call. He ended up being the leopard’s meal.

 I wish you had an idea of just how many prank calls are received at customer care call centres on a daily basis. Now imagine the government being called to respond to pranks calls such as kids burning up schools, traffic jams, collapsing buildings and pouring of illicit liquor.

 It’s not that I am being careless. No! It’s in my opinion that we are solely to blame. We are the same people who stand in long queues voting for these guys (politicians) then spend the next 4 years or so complaining. Something else, INSECURITY! We are the people who know the thieves and thugs yet we don’t report them. They are our sons, brothers, neighbours etc. What do we do? Keep mum. The results? They end up hurting if not killing us!

 So these kids are burning up schools? Aren’t we the same people who abolished caning in school? We don’t like it when baba and kamum comes home with puffy eyes because they got punished for mischief! Deal with it.

 So the building collapsed? I bet you had travelled upcountry for the weekend, only to find a brand new magnificent building upon your return. Hurriedly, without a care in the world, you moved in even if they were yet to complete the 5th and 6th floors. I swear on my electricity bill that you are the most ‘understanding’ human being I’ve ever met.

 Every time a serikali saidia ‘advert’ flashes across my TV screen I feel like throwing up but instead, reach for the remote control and change channels. Why someone is so much bent, on ruining my day or night for that matter is beyond me! It always leaves me with this big urge of smashing down the screen.

 If you are comfortable waiting for the government to come to your rescue, buddy wake up and smell the coffee! You will soon join the big statistics suffering from the serikali saidia syndrome. But, be happy for I have good news for you! Get out of your comfort zone and work your ass out to earn a living. The best thing that can ever happen to anyone is being his own employer. Being your own boss!

 Africa! They call it the black continent. I agree! We are blacklisted, doomed to be duped as they grab and misuse our resources. They feed us on grains strings attached. Let me tell you something, give someone fish they will forever be at your face for handouts, teach them how to fish and they will feed themselves.Try it!

They steal from us what our ancestors paid for with their lives. The courts are overflowing with cases of siblings fighting for inheritance yet the country is bleeding for its wasted resources, land laying bare and untapped potential screaming for attention to be explored. 

 Politicians! They are never going to reform the system, they aren’t planning to because they flourish from the rotten economy status quo. It’s like the blind leading the clueless. Africa’s begging bowl leaks horribly thanks to corruption. From the records, Africa in the 1960s not only fed itself but exported food, look at it now. 

The poor continent has been reduced to an indebted and corrupt skeleton. The richest people in Africa are the heads of state, the ministers and generally the politicians. Where do they get their money from? Food for thought. 

 I will tell you this for free. You are the great daughter and son of the soil. The soil is your parent and parents give onto their children what they ask. Whenever you need something go to your parent (soil) and toil hard. Amuse your parent and be sure for a reward!

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