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An Open Letter to Uhuru Kenyatta on The Celebrations That Will Cost Kenya Kshs.50 Billion

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Dear President Uhuru Kenyatta
Forgive me son, this 50-year celebration costing us billions, forgive my ignorance, but what are we celebrating?
Regression,despondency & backwardness?
Some of these things need a reality check son,let me give you a brief–in your home town just a few miles from Nairobi, poverty & backwardness is not just a reality but a TOGA the people adorn.The face of poverty is women & children, walk over there.
Instead of these celebrations–lets seek an introspection, instead of inviting presidents to celebrate with you in that false island of comfort, son, invite a serious war on jiggers in Kiambu, a serious war on drought in Turkana, a serious war on food security in Kiambu, a serious war on rape in Naivasha, a serious war on joblessness on the youth & finally a serious war on runaway food prices on Kenyans.
That way we will celebrate in our hearts & history will be kind to you.Celebrating this so called 50 years will be a preserve of a few.
For example your children went to the best schools in S.A whilst William Samoei Ruto’s kids attend the best private schools in Australia & Kenya. Why don’t they attend public schools now that you are the heads of the State & Government? Doesn’t it mean you also don’t trust your own leadership to deliver in the public sector?
With this psychosis, I challenge you to deliver that way we will celebrate a real victory, not a victory for a few privileged re-hated as a Kenyan victory.Tell Ruto to visit Sugoi where people still dress in blankets like the stone age aborigines in Steve Mukula’s adopted Australia, whilst in Kiambu,I reserve my comment.
What will these people celebrate while in Baringo the njemps still live on tree tops like OTENGA(a kite which builds a house big enough to accommodate you & your Margy)?
A Concerned Citizen
Onyango Ochieng Jnr
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19 November 2013 at 09:29
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