God help us, forgive us for we have sinned.

Deliver us from the yokes of shameless PR, waste & kleptocracy

Dear Uhuru, Jubilee and Co. 

Next time you feel inspired and fired up to take Kenya to the lord in prayer, please, just kneel down on your well manicured office floor and pray, or in the car, or in the gym or on the plane now that yours is an airborne presidency.

Spare us the extra expenses of prayers at 5-starred hotels. The spectre of Safari Park Hotel wont rocket the prayer items to the almighty. 

We pray every day for our beloved Kenya - on the jam chocked in dust fumes and noise; in the quiet of our humble homes; in the sanctity of the many shrines that we have built with our honest kind contributions. Some of them are actually spruced enough to suit the ostentations of your stature and honour. And we believe God hears our prayers, we believe God sees our tears. He does respond! 

This is how God commands us to pray sir:

 "Matthew 6:5-12 - But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees in secret will repay you. "And when you are praying, do not use meaningless repetition, as the Gentiles do, for they suppose that they will be heard for their many words"

"1 Timothy 2:8 - I will therefore that men pray everywhere, lifting up holy hands, without wrath and doubting"

I have hosted events in these starred hotels like you hosted prayers yester. A breakfast meeting like that costs at least 2000 Kshs per head. I saw on TV dignitaries well over 1000 sir, praying for Kenya at Safari Park. We spent at least 2million bob praying, even if we discount all the other costs of taking you and your convoy to Thika road and back, the time wasted on the jam for the rest of us lowlies.

I am hurt sir, that whilst prayer is good, and God asks us to pray and take all our tribulations (terrorism, Anglo leasing, ethnicity in public service etc) to him in prayer, we spent so much in a shameless PR exercise. I am not judging - I leave it to God! I am not righteous.

Amen.

Let me be, this is my time. 

Let me be, this is my time. 
I am young, this is the time I can afford to live by my idealism 
When I still got the backbone, to stand up to unjust and corrupt morals 
When I still got the energy, to bear the weight that my idealism elicits
When I still got the courage, to dream big and the balls to take on the obstacles that come with my aspirations.

Let me be, this is my time.
I am young, this is the time I can afford the conviction to defend my idealism
When I still got the wits, to debate and the impatience for mediocrity
When I still got the friends, to rebuke, disregard or thumbs up my ideals
When I still got the aptitude, to call the resources to fund my itentions
When I still got the charm, to summon belief in my deeds
When I still got the blood and flesh, to die a thousand deaths.

Let me be, this is my time.
I am young, this is the time I can afford the creativity to change something 
When I have to look myself in the mirror and tell myself - not good enough
When I have to look my elders, my peers in the eye and tell them - not good enough
When I have to look my past, say thank you but - not good enough
When I have to look my future and say it can - not [be] good enough.   

Let me be, this is my time.
I am young, this is the time I can and MUST change the world.