And now these three remain:faith, hope and love.But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 I can't remember when I memorised this Bible verse.Many moons later, it still strikes a chord. In my life, the most fragile of the 3 is hope. Battling between positive thinking-ness, optimisim and realism, hope is usually my first casualty. Today, I'm willing to fight for my hope. That my beloved Kenya will be peaceful after today's elections .There are and will likely be many reasons to justify violence. I choose to believe that we will muffle the voices of those whose interests enable them to see human lives as collateral damage. I choose to see that we're birthing a new frontier , that my beloved motherland is on an upward and onward trajectory. I choose hope.
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The identities that bring me a lot of joy also cause me a lot of pain. Being a woman,mother, daughter, sister,friend,Christian, Kenyan. This morning, it hurts to be Kenyan. The general election is in a week's time and m ore blood is being shed. Last weekend it was Chris Msando's , in March it was my friend Dan Omollo . There's probably others that didn't make the news. It's heartbreaking, that life is seen as collateral damage in the pursuit of political ambitions. The conspiracy theorists are having a field day, further fueling the fires and fears of violence. A facebook post by my friend George resonated strongly with me and it's my take on the matter. From recent happenings. There are two people I want to congratulate, our president Uhuru Kenyatta and our former prime minister Raila Odinga. The two of you have done what so many terror attacks tried to do but failed to. You have made Kenyans AFRAID, afraid of the future, afraid of their neighbours, af