Let us pray,
Dear Lord, as we mourn the
departed leaders and rejoice at the onset of the dry season, I pray for your
guidance and wisdom.
I bring before thee
politicians who are known for their wickedness to stop their sinning ways and
seek your redemption.
What I have in mind are not small cheats who
falsify mileage claims, but those who routinely gang up foreigners to plunder
this land.
There are scandals as tall
as Mt. Kenya, the holy shrine on which you dwelt before we cut down the trees,
and many more are still being hatched in white-washed board-rooms.
In this regard I pray that,
as we approach next year’s General Election, you will give them wisdom to
understand that they don’t understand your son’s gift- the sort that helped him
multiply loaves, fish and wine.
So when our politicians
want to multiply paper money, and distribute it in sacks, may you curse them
and unleash on them the curse of devalued currency that will haunt them and
their children after them.
There are those who tell
lies every day, and if their spouses are to be believed, even lie in their
sleep. For such characters, may the deceit lure of sleep deliver them closer to
the fireside till their bellies touch the flames.
Lord, there are many
things that have gone wrong in this land, but there are equally many things
that are going right.
You have revealed unto us,
for instance, that it is wrong to fight over fruit. So when politicians brought
oranges and bananas, people devoured them and smiled. But there are many others
still fighting over water and pasture.
Some do it to provoke
others, like in the Tana Delta, but then there are those in genuine thirst of
you. For you say in your holy book that you are the fountain of the water of
knowledge.
Dear lord, let that knowledge
trickle down to us, that we may know you and learn to value fellow human
beings, who you created in your own image.
There are those who say we
deserve the leadership that we elect. But i also know that many have ascended
to power through deceit, by pretending by pretending to deliver the children
from the wilderness to the Promised Land.
Many others come and
display their distended bellies, but fail to reveal the source of their
wellness- if one can call it so- for their bellies are stuffed with public
funds.
When the election period
comes, Lord, help us separate the wheat from the chaff, and get to see through
the aspirants lies.
And when electing new
leaders, make them understand that driving those monsters that guzzle oil like
the air we breathe will not drive our problems away.
My heart is heavy with
grief when I think of the hardships I have seen in our midst, as widows and orphans
struggle to make ends meet.
We used to think that once
the struggle for freedom ended, no Kenyan would suffer from want. But the
multitudes of children in the streets, and those who suffer cruelty in the
privacy of their homes, are too many for our comfort.
But you also teach us to remember
to count our blessings. We are blessed to have our country, with all its imperfections.
About those people who
risk life and limb to protect your children, may you embolden them even more.
And give them extra valour to pluck from their midst the oil-sniffing
policeman.
We used to think only
street boys had an appetite for ngata, but
now we know that fully grown, uniformed officers also do. They like a bit of
petrol on the nose.
For, we pray this trusting
in your holy name.
