Kenyans are as scared
as they should be after their mother country decided to take some elements of a
crooked neighbour by the stems of its horns. The hell has already been scared
out of them and they are now living a police life-ever looking left, right, front
and back for the villain plus having a 24-hour finger on the trigger-stones,
bare hands or whichever, no guns of course except the legal carriers.
The Al-Shabaab have
invariably provoked the sober head of Kenya until now when instead of crying,
the country decided to flex its muscles and let the provoker do the sobbing.
Really? Do they really cry? May be yes or no. You know, some religions tell their
believers they can die when trying to kill others or die with them and their
souls will be glorified thereafter. There's some whiff of such religions
professed by those being pursued by the Kenyan military.
Then the president of the country housing the bra-haters, after a
session of miraaish meditation has turned his back on
Kenya’s military already smoking the haters out of their dens plus giving them
some free few lessons on the importance of bras.
That’s them eastwards.
Westwards, this
country often massages a love-hate relationship with another nation so
interested in fish and hates water around a particular tiny island according to
their ever cowboy-hat-clad president. You remember jaluo this jaluo that rap-talk sometime last year? He did perform that cheek choke (hip hop) song before he fished out
some of the surveyors he had sent to officially give Kenya the island and avoid
a robbery without violence charge for stealing.
Northwards. The kid
is growing but not dry of troubles. Hints say they want to straighten some
borders with the big brother even before its eggs hatch. Who will protect its
eggs if the big bro closed its doors on them? Can't they at least build a ka-Jubaish Nairobi before raising their head.
Still there, Meles Zenawis men have always beaten Kenyans to the skin in their
legal homes within Kenya. The Prime Minister of Kenya even cried but those
people don’t know tears, theirs is spears!
Why always me, no us?
Southwards, is more
or less a docile bro. So good it can request a fly not to taste its food. Good
bro though, at least it’s not so aggressive but you have to omba (request) to be a bit more outright
and come out boldly.
The question again is
WHY ALWAYS US? And may Manchester United fans get not another why-always-me
beating. Not even past SIX in the evening.
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