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Nothing to celebrate for on this Mashujaa day

It's now almost fifty years since the "devil" left our blessed land of Kenya. As we celebrate our heros and heroins who struggled and helped us attain self rule, what can we show for it? Not an inch of the railway has been extended.Agriculture grew backwards; coffee, cotton, name them have fell to ground under. The only cash crop that has survived is tea or sisal but regretfully because it's managed by foreigners! The road network is done selectively with no new ones being started! none atall...! When the Whiteman left, we were one but today,we are 43!The gap between few rich continue to widen! They left us with a constitution that was well devolved but we are trying to 're-form the mutilated one with regrettable results and bad blood.When the British made us work for our future generation in form of hard Labour, we resisted and when they left, we celebrated,but it didn't take long before another form of exploitation took root where its only the name was changed from slaves to wage earners but status quo remained. we have run downwards in every sector of our economy, politics, leadership,socialisation, legislative culture, constitutionalism,integrity, name them.Currently we are trying to beat our own international record by lining up our dirty linen in international court through setting each other up for crucification....we have learned the genocide tricks as well by hating our neighbours. What in the name of miscarriage of language is MASHUJAA DAY are we celebrating in 50 blank years?

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