I visited my village last weekend and what I saw was not only annoying but devastating. At the local shopping center, intoxicated old and young men were staggering and causing drama to the amusement of the ever idle crowd. Across the country, from estates in the urban to small towns deep in the up country, the script is the same. Alcohol dens have surpassed the number of schools. Nobody is questioning the anomaly, in fact, inversely; we do not give a damn.
What this means is that kids have no role models. When a society hardly has good role models, it means the rain started beating us and the first casualty of this mess is the family set up. Family love has evaporated as dew does every morning. Consequently, people are killing their mothers without a blink of the eye. Churches have been infiltrated by adultery, teachers have taken advantage of innocent kids, women have been raped and some even killed after the ordeal, as they go about their businesses trying to make ends meet. Men have been battered, humiliated and lampooned by their wives in public. In Naivasha, people kill and sell dogs’ meat to unsuspecting customers so casually. Relatives defile kids left under their care. Lazy brothers kill their dads for not distributing land, for them to bequeath.
Post-election violence is the bigger picture of a badly ruined family set up. When youths gang up and strategise on how to kill their neighbours, lit their farms on fire, maim livestock, it means values have been thrown out of the window. When alcohol scourge persistently wipe out youths full of life, when some women in Kiambu work in cahoots with villains to eliminate their husbands, when rogue border officials permit terrorists to the country; we should go back to the basics, the family values. Disenfranchisement of these basics is tantamount to burying our heads in the sand and naively hoping things will one day get better. Things cannot improve if we are heading in the wrong trajectory. How would that be if hardcore criminals are buying their freedom courtesy of selfish prison warders, or when ineptitude cops shoot dead a matatu driver for not parting with a sh.100 bribe.
When Kabando wa Kabando mum was killed by her son, the media made us to believe drugs influenced the ugly death. Kenya media does not interrogate beyond that and peculiarly, we moved on. What they do not tell us is that there is more than meets the eye. Regardless of whether the sibling was the family’s black sheep, was it appropriate for the family to leave the late mother with a mentally ill son, all alone. Has the society done enough to mitigate these grave behaviours. Each new day, many youths get acquainted to drugs, in the end they pose more danger to their close relatives and the society at large. Sadly, law enforcers are hell bent and part and parcel of these problems.
As the talented gospel singer, Bahati puts it in his latest song ’ Visa’, watching news nowadays is tense and scary, there is no positive stories to look forward to. Disillusioned spouses have been killing their partners all over the country while nations are at hammer and tongs. We must go back to the basics, harness that family love that we’ve ‘killed’; sooner than later the society will be safer and more peaceful, kindness will be witnessed in our neighbourhoods, patience will dawn to motorists and smiles will be marked on our lips. The opposite is also true! Decisions should be based on the bigger picture. Let’s bring back that family love. The good book says, he who kills by the sword will die of the same.