In the wake of the Garissa massacre, Kenyans
came out in their droves to convey their heartfelt condolences. While this is
quite laudable in every aspect, the truth of the matter is that we have formed
a habit of raising serious questions and thereafter going on with our lives
until the next tragedy happens. The Westgate attack brought us together as we
sought to support men, women and children whose lives had been cut short in the
hands of murderous terrorists. We donated blood, foodstuffs, sent M-pesa and
when all was said and done, we moved on with our lives as if nothing ever
happened.
We never got to know of the faces, of
the stories, of the dreams that those who perished in the Westgate attack had. We,
in our characteristic fashion, coined the “we are one” phrase and moved on. We held
long debates on where the problems lay, the loopholes in the security system
and what could have been done better to prevent this catastrophe from
happening. Every time we are under a siege of sorts, what we see from the
government is kneejerk reaction. As much as I would like to dwell on all this,
my conscience can’t allow me considering how fresh the memory of the recent
attack in Garissa is in my mind.
147 not just a number has been the hash
tag trend on twitter and many other social networks. It’s a stark reminder to
all and sundry that the lives lost in the latest terror attack won’t just be a
statistic. For long, we have quantified the number of people killed in terror
attacks or any other kind of unfortunate incidents. We have, successfully so,
managed to sweep under the carpet their dreams, expectations and denied them of
their place in history. Just like the slain police officers in Baragoi, we have
refused to put a face behind their names, to document their sacrifices, their
commitment to service and above all the tribulations they go through every
single day to make this nation a safe haven to each and every single citizen.
We must refuse to ascribe to the norm
of all talk while nothing is done to properly remember the souls that have lost
their lives. We must celebrate each and every student who perished. We must
tell their stories, their aspirations, and their dreams and document them as a constant
reminder that as a nation we are bleeding. We need to walk around and see what
murderous acts have done to the well being of this nation. 147 families are in
pain, Kenya as a nation is in pain. The question is; are we going to just sit
back and move on while saying those killed were just 147?
Were those not humans who had dreams
and aspirations of a better tomorrow? Were those not individuals who died
without ever having to put their ides to practice? Were those not individuals
whose families had placed so much hope in them? It beats logic that we have
become so adept at issuing condolences while giving a wide berth to the very
things that unite us as a country. We must speak out on the ills bedeviling our
country. We must speak out on the haphazard way in which the lives of ordinary Kenyans
are handled.
147 not just a number is not just a hash
tag as some of us have literally taken it to be. It’s a message to all and
sundry that these are bright lights that have been dimmed. It’s an attempt to
celebrate the lives of individuals who in their quest to make our country a
better place met an untimely death in the hands of blood thirsty and
brainwashed radicalized terrorists. It’s a rallying call that such a thing need
not happen again. We must feel safe in our own country and we must do
everything in our power to ensure that such blatant killings of innocent lives
do not recur.
Lastly, while celebrating the lives of
these 147 great Kenyans, we must also ensure that we are not sucked into the unnecessary
hatred of a particular religion. We must not be sucked into the cheap
propaganda that a particular religion is responsible for the wanton and
heinous killings. This is just but a diversionary and divisive tactic that
these heinous terrorists are using to create a rift among the peace loving Kenyans.
Yes, we have a lot of questions on why there is discrimination based on
religion whenever these heartless terrorists strike. However, this need not be
a catalyst to start a campaign that will hurt us as a nation. We are one and
must work together if we are to slain the ugly head of terrorism.
To the 147 families that lost their
loved ones, to the many relatives and friends who are reeling in pain and
anger, please remember that we refuse to make the 147 just a number. We refuse
to refer to them as just as a statistic. We want document their names in the
annals of history, document their aspirations and forever remember them as the
future generation that never got to touch the silver lining of their dreams. Kenyans
must unite and let all and sundry know that 147 is not just a number. The 147
are brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends whose lives were cut short but
whose memories we must keep alive!!!
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