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THE MADNESS OF SCHOOL BURNING IN KENYA

By Paul Bundi Karau
With news of St Pius X Seminary up in flames, am tempted for the umpteenth time to opine on this murky situation. I have listened to varied analyses, opinions, theories, hypothesis, prevarications, innuendos, shouting and reports. Teachers' unions have weighed in with their inexorable demands, and the opposition favors the 'old order' over education reforms. What do we learn?
1. Corruption fights back. It kicks hard, harder than a donkey. Matiangi is caught between the anvil of teachers unions and the hammer of politicians.
2. The process of change is tough. People cringe and crack during change.
3. Most likely, there is external influence on the students to commit these atrocities. Children have historically been a soft target for radicalization, militias and genocidaires.
4. To get to the bottom of the matter, we must ask what kind of children can be easily influenced. During your time, could an outsider, teacher, fellow student etc advise or pay you to burn a school and you play ball? The Genesis of the matter is a millennial child, brought up in the era of TV and phones, lacking in parental instruction. The father figure has been MIA among our children. I have seen this practically this season. The mother is left to gather the ruins in the wake of this destruction.
5. Every Kenyan has an opinion. I have mine. Public involvement is however lacking. There is no mechanism of gathering the valuable views of the hoi polloi.
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