So there is a rock scene in Kenya?
Oh my gosh you in a rock band?
Are you the drummer from that band, The Awekening?
Do you know PLG? Do you go to Choices?
These questions have become so common to my years that I have put them in the same mental column as Hi, How are you and what’s your name?
I was at work the other day, painting the map of Africa as my colleague helped sick children with puzzles. She suddenly stops and asks me why evil exists. I answered her without much thought that it’s because Satan is not dead yet. She then asks me why it is so yet God is supposed to be omnipotent and only good willing. Like, why can’t he prevent all this mess if he is really good? This time I smile and continue with my painting. My mind however wanders back to just how much people have wronged me, and how much I’ve wronged people and how much innocent people suffer in the hands of ill meaning perpetrators. That is why I want to point out at some forms of brutality Kenyans are facing in this day and age.