I love the olden days. I loved my mother’s lengthy skirts. It was never a struggle getting her aid, I mean, the hem of her skirt was close to my reach, I did not need to strain to get her attention. Life was smooth. By virtue of my age, it was clear I needed a lot of help, and I am glad I did not strain too much to get aid.
I loved that life
Tug harder little one…
Once or twice while walking in the streets of Nairobi we have come across these little adorable monsters in town tugging at you, trying to catch your attention and sell you over priced chewing gum. I like the initiative, but they can be a bit annoying. I love my braids floor length long. One day one of them pulled at my braids to get my attention. I swear!!! Everyone who has crossed archives has met them, but I think we reach a point we get used to the demands we stop paying attention. They tug at our skirts and we continue without giving them acknowledgement because we know they will tug one more time. We will not give them the benefit of a response, and they will do nothing about it. We hold the upper hand after all.
Just like how politicians deal us.
Today, skirts are getting shorter by the day. Raised a little bit to entice, not high enough to let you see, but high enough to put a strain on you if you try to reach the hem. These little teasers!!! Do you feel the connection between those short skirts and politicians today? Because I do. They come with beautiful manifestos, too tempting to resist, but once they are in power they unleash their grotesque forms. Cries for reforms and justice always fall on deaf ears once they gain power. No matter how hard you tug to get their attention, it is like you literally only talk the skirt. The common man is constantly asking for better services, asking for justice, fairness during employment, sometimes coming up with innovative ideas that need a little bit of funding but all requests for a little sympathy for services they deserve fall on deaf ears.
You have to tug at that skirt
Tug it a little harder, and in case you reach the hem
They will still assume you are a little pest they need to pay no attention to
With how they do not respond to requests to be more accountable, it feels like a politician is that hot crush you have, and you make a mistake of exposing your emotions. Somehow, your freedom of speech gives them the freedom to blue tick your messages or leave your calls unanswered because they think you need them more than they need you. But a crush fades with time, doesn’t it?
So despite the lack of response, you keep tugging at that skirt. Maybe, just maybe one day, they will feel the pressure and respond
It wont be today, but never quit tugging at that skirt.
Clearly the system is not fair to the common man. The system doesn’t allow the common man to enjoy rights because somehow the conduct displayed by our leadership makes it feel like it’s a privilege to get served right in public offices, or it’s a privilege for police to treat you with respect. The system is unfair because the same circle of incompetent personnel keep getting swapped from office to office, with no actual change. There is little chance for qualified individuals to bring actual change because these power seats are jealously guarded by people who cant deliver. The leaders of tomorrow have been reduced to beggars instead.
We will continue to suffer because ahead of us is a pretty skirt being blown by the wind. Our eyes are too captivated by the opening act presented by the provocative brown thighs, a journey in thighland and we are back to square one- we forget the pain we will go through if these people are put in office again. Despite how enticing the opening act is, the main event is simply a catastrophe meant to haunt us for the next five years
No matter how hard they ignore you, it does not mean you stop making your voice heard, it does not mean you stop asking for those demands to be made. The more you echo your concerns, the stronger your voice becomes. A big voice is so hard to ignore no matter how much someone wants to. The reason why resolves are met is because someone kept pushing and demanding to be heard. Just like those little monsters keep tugging at us in the streets, so will we keep tugging at public servants who can’t deliver their promises.
Do not stop tugging little one…
Keep tugging at that skirt
Little raggedy doll with that tear stained cheeks and mucus filled face,
Tug at that skirt one more time. Maybe, maybe next time, someone will turn around and give you a wink