Rain shouldn't be a big deal, right?
There's something about rain that just makes me excited. When it rains at daytime, I mean the soft, silent type, the gentle tap taps of the drops always pull me to the window to watch and marvel at the sudden freshness the waters from the sky bring down upon us. The effect of that freshness is always a renewal on a thirsty, dusty earth. But more so, it's a way of nature reminding us of the need for us to appreciate the beauty of the greenery around us, the blooming of colourful flowers and the delicate dance of succulent fruits as they sprout off the branches of guava and mango trees.
So as I slept my night away in a Nairobi suburb, I felt sweet to be in a nation the Lord has blest with so much. We have some of the most beautiful people in the world. In fact, yesterday as I walked down Moi Avenue in the city, I took my time to admire my fellow countrymen. I watched the men in their elegant suits, the women dangling on high heels and dressed to kill, the adolescents catching matatus that promised the indulgence of the loudest Jua Cali, Wahu and some Western music, and the mamas/mothers in a hurry, anxious to get home to their children, the ones they left at home with the maids in the morning.
In moments such as these, I always stop to thank God for Kenya. Yes, we have one of the most wretched governments in the world, and yes our people are starving in the countryside, and yes our children are not in school because their teachers are fighting for better pay, and yes corruption has come back to us full-force, but look on the brighter side with me this morning. Isn't it a blessing that we could wake up to a renewed city because the heavens sent rain upon us?
As we enjoy the calm and freshness of this day, may it be our hope and prayer that our leaders can see themselves in the role of rain...so that their actions may have a renewing and refreshing effect on the people of our beloved nation.
God bless Kenya!