Day 218 (Poem For Post-Referendum Kenya)

Mood: Mellow

Mode: Silencieux


The Referendum is over, and so is the weekend of celebrating the resounding victory for the ‘Yes’ campaign which was behind the push for a New Constitution.


Now, the task of nation-building must begin. My knowledge and analysis of post-1996 South Africa (given its unique constitutional history) tells me that Kenya’s long walk to freedom has just began and the challenges ahead will require the State and the Citizenry to put the well-being of the Nation first by upholding the supremacy of the New Constitution, particularly the purport, spirit and objects of the Bill of Rights.

So while thinking about the road ahead for Kenya, I thought of writing a poem. But instead of re-inventing the wheel, I shall refer you to Rudyard Kipling’s piece. I am sure you all remember it, and
it goes a little something like this:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more; you’ll be a Man, my son!


Now playing: Drake ft. Alicia Keys – “Fireworks”

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