MY APPEAL TO SALVAGE TURKANA FROM BITING HUNGER

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         It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly (Dr Martin Luther King Jr) .


     Perhaps, for most of you who have never felt the stinging and biting pangs of drought, it's easy for you to say endure. I still don't understand and I will never understand why drought is still snatching us people even 55 years after independence? I keep asking myself, is drought all about lack of rain and extreme long sun periods or is it the heartlessness of the “influential sons and daughters"  of the soil and their hollow and planless intentions of redeeming Turkana from the aching draught? In between those lines lies the truth of why I find myself guilty all the time when I am silent.


      All that I can say regarding the above is, “ The judgement of God is upon the leaders and their chicaneries as never before. If today  governments does not rejuvenate and recapture the spirit of quality and transformative leadership, it will loose it's authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions and be dismissed as an irrelevant dictatorial governments with no meaning in the twenty first century. Everyday I interact with young people whose disappointment with the County and National governments has turned into outright disgust. If you must know, Mr/Mrs Turkana, Turkana deserves better than those ugly images that went viral online. If this gives you slumber, then you don't have a heart, what you have is a memory card. You get power from those people and it must alleviate them. We can't be the arch defenders of this status quo.


       Away from this truth lies another ailing reality, that draught is hitting Turkana currently and a number of cases have been reported, we all know. It's an unfortunate situation that has hit the county and the country as well. So I am writing to appeal to the people of genuine goodwill to join us youth in this journey of redeeming Turkana. We need your impact both in Kenya and globally. All that I believe is that we were all created in the image and likeness of God, Turkana people are not children of disinherited God. 


         Whatever affects them directly affects us all. Kenya's and the world can't be complete without Turkana. We never wrote any application letter to God for us to be where we're, that's why I am writing this to call for your universal brotherhood and sisterhood. Mother Teresa once said, “ If you can't feed a hundred, just feed one" . Turkana people needs you and me, just take the first step, you don't have to see the whole staircase. A journey of thousand miles start with a single step, we need to come up with a sustainable project to prevent the future happening of the same disaster that has struck now.


        We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there's such a thing as being too late. This is no time for apathy or complacency. This is a time for vigorous and positive action. We may have all come on from different ships, but we're in the same boat now. We may be small in number but let's be big in commitment.


      Kindly, let's team up to salvage Turkana, let's contribute towards the happiness of those innocent souls, let's put a smile on their faces, their happiness is equally ours, there's more pleasure in giving than in taking. Whatever you give, you get back, you give nothing and you get back nothing. Blessed is the hand that gives than the one that receives. Let's do it out of humanity.


         Below is the pay bill we launched while asking for your cordial support as students to relieve our community from the drought that has hit us all. Please take a step and let your step be counted, don't do it for me, do it because the conscience tells you it's the right thing to do and the will of God is embedded in your heart and hereafter the crown that awaits you only God will reveal to you in His day of reckoning.


       I have no doubts to reserve my ink with the words of Bertolt Bretch in his play The Caucasian Chalk Circle when he said, “ Whatever is good, goes to those who are of good use for it. Carts to good drivers, so that it maybe driven well. Valley to the Waterers, so that it may yield fruits. Children to the motherly, so that they maybe brought up well."


Comments

  1. Unknown28 March 2019 at 22:18

    thank you brother for this touching work of your hands.Am really inspired and enlighten.a call for immediate interventions in Turkna has been responded by many bodies working for the social well being of communities but then most of this interventions provides short-term solutions to this exacerbating hunger.am happy for what am seeing that, young people are so much interested in looking for a sustainable project which will provide long term solutions to this particular disaster.i here by call for the same take as far as humanity is concern.lets forget failure of horizontal and vertical forms of governments in making strategic approaches to curb this issue .may God bless Turkana.we are in one globe where one environmental issue can result to total affection of many.

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  2. Ekamais' World16 April 2019 at 15:59

    You've spoken heroically. Let's move together. Viva!

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