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Kenya's colonial demonic mantle

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Covid-19 came. And with it the decision to curtail movement as much as possible. Work from home, physical distancing, and then – a curfew.

With the curfew – came brutality on the Kenyan civilian by the police. Not all police. Some.

Yes – the Kenyan was outside the curfew time. Like the woman in the background of a news clip, walking in town at dusk, with one child on her back, the other’s hand tightly clutched, and her bag in the other hand. Past seven pm. I hope she and her children got home safely without receiving a bludgeoning from the police.

I have watched one news briefing and a few videos. I am trying not to watch any more. My heart is hurt. What has rend my heart is not the beating of the Kenyan by the police. It was the glee, the sniggering, the snickering, the unseemly comments they made as they beat me and you. The savage emotional violence against a fellow Kenyan. Repeated by an alleged policeman on a video clip.

I have spoken up in a WhatsApp group about it, where someone was justifying the brutality, on the basis of law and order and that dignity and civility can only come after that is established. Other sentiments aired were that, Kenyans are beholden to vices and indiscipline, and cannot listen to reason and need brute force to behave.

I have spoken up to an individual who sent me a collage with a picture of a wounded body part labelled as ‘art’ and three rungu welding policemen labelled as ‘the artist.’ I said the sentiments in the message were abhorrent to me and went against my sensibilities. I was mocked and receive unedifying words in response.

I do not believe that one wrong justifies another. I do not accept that a wrong can be righted by another. It makes no logical or moral sense.

Violence usually begets violence. You harm me, you take away something from me, and I will get it back. If I am of a different spirit from you, I will forgive and redeem myself that way. But if not, I will be violent, to you, or to the next person.

Someone said, remove the uniform and its paraphernalia, and they the police are just normal raiya like you and I. Part of their paraphernalia is the badge on their helmets. It represents authority. ‘Kirauni’ in my mother tongue. Crown.

Another asked, where does this anger come from? Why treat others like adversaries?

I link the two together. The crown and the anger.

Kenya attained physical independence fifty seven years ago. She has never ever attained spiritual independence.

For years, the demons of colonialism have festered in this land. Yes. Demons. It is time to call them what they are. We are yoked to it all. The savagery, the slavery, the control.
And it produces an unconscious anger. A generational anger. Arising from a dissonance – we are free, and yet not. Because we are bound by unending inequality and powerful injustice. Just as our grandfathers were, under the colonial master.

That is why citizenry will start a journey to Canaan, unknowingly marching to their captor and enslaver’s drum beat. Because they know they are not free, but do not have the eye to perceive the road to freedom does not lie with Pharaoh.

That is why we will see our neighbours, the police as our enemy – they are not. That is why we will think that clobbering a grandfather to hurry him home is nationalism – it is not. That is why we will hector anyone who speaks up on injustices – we cannot.

Our masters, the political elite, ape the colonial masters. Think like them. Speak like them. Act like them.

Colonialism was not, and will never be Godly. God did not make anyone superior to another. We are all created in his image and likeness.

If it is not of God, in my book, it belongs to the enemy of goodness and holiness. And he has one name. Satan.

He has instituted demonic fascism. Googletions define fascism as an authoritarian ultranationalism characterized by dictatorial power, forcible suppression of opposition, and strong regimentation of society and of the economy which came to prominence in early 20th-century Europe.

The enemy wants us to be quiet and downtrodden, caught up in the day to day struggles, and not see him for what he is. He want to use us, as he always has. Because we have given him legal rights to do it. Just as we have given legal rights to those who rule us under his mandate.

There exits agreements, sacrifices and altars to satan, that were made by our colonial masters. We have mantled ourselves in them. We have yoked ourselves into the occult. We have clothed ourselves in their filth.

The bloodline of this nation is full of iniquity. Generation after generation of sin and transgression. And iniquity has consequences. The nation is choking on the judgements written in our national book of hell, our individual book of hell.

We need help. And it will come. It has already come.

It will find the ready and the unready. It will not ask for permission. It will be sudden. It will be uncontrollable.

I pray this grace happens soon. Because we are at a cusp. We cannot remain in our mire. We must rise.

To rise, we require a national healing and deliverance. Of a true nature, starting with acceptance of satan’s accusations, a repentance, a forgiveness, and a covering of the blood of the Lamb to annul our iniquity, the judgement and the consequences.

Oh Lord hear our prayer.

Lord graciously hear us.

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