We can’t change this country if we don’t change ourselves. Full of diseases but we don’t want to ask for help. Kenyan times got me thinking about the true meaning of freedom. Kenya the land of the free but it’s full of diseases; we seem to focus more on power rather than humanity. Some of us are woke, however, some are stuck, snoozed, still slaves on tribal beliefs. Fact is freedom has turned into an illusion. Political games are holding us hostage, corruption the game of each day followed by deaths. It seems money has more value compared to human life. We do anything just to pay these dues. We have forgotten that the political circus outside is making us sick.
The arts is infected and artists affected, slowly getting sick from within, changing the habits, changing friends, changing its much adored words, changing the direction of its reach. The dance, the tune, the acting was too good that we could laugh and dance and even frown deeply, sunk in what was good.