So alive and free, a youthful soul can heal or kill – the body but more so the spirit; coz only a youthful soul can dream and believe, even in the midst of massive impossibilities; only a youthful soul can place its belief, in the next forty years from here.
So I choose to embrace my youthful soul when it’s still in control. So I refuse to sing the same song sang by the old folks. The country lacks a practical constitution; is engulfed in corruption and poor living conditions; the roads are potholed and most of our people have lost hope… I know – but pardon me please, I have just been born.
So I refuse to live as if I was part of the forty years I’m always told of. Parents’ generation, I love you and appreciate the fight you fought, but, I opt not to carry your generation’s rage of not dones; your generation’s remorse of loss time. I choose to take your generation’s stock of lessons learnt and…
So with a youthful soul I accept my inheritance; with a youthful soul I take my first step. My sleeves up, my blouse (ok t-shirt) tacked, I’m ready to face my chance. My field of operation may be tough but my generation is up to the task. Sure, we do show doubt at times, but yes we can – and must – bring that Kenyan sunshine back.
So we’ve heard, “we are the GRAND daughters and sons of the freedom fighters”. If that is so, then we do have it in us, to fight for the life we deserve. With their unconquerable spirit and unwavering belief in their abilities in our blood, plus a better education and a bigger perception of the world to add, we are more than well-equipped.
So, check with us in forty years we ask, and we will be passing a better baton to the generation after us. We will have fought a better fight than our paroz; we will have much more to show. When our time comes to board the bus of the generation that was, we shall ride with our heads held high; satisfied with a job well-done.
So if truth be told, it’s up to us the now generation to make a choice: learn from our history and soldier on OR surrender to a history we didn’t have any control of. In forty years or so, if our state sores or soars, we truly will be the generation to blame or praise. If by then, nothing much will have changed, we better not try to shamelessly point that finger coz we will be the ones to blame; the ones who will have failed. The freedom fighters’ generation brought liberation; our paroz generation, well, considering the chains of their time, gave quite the fight; and in forty years or so, we too will have to leave the field, for others to legacy build. In forty years… tick tock …
