We Are The Monsters You Made

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By:Awando Brandon
photo source:Brittle paper

Paid internship to all university students working either in private and public organization, that sounds exciting right?

That lie got to our parents too, what about creating and increasing employment opportunities for youths?

 These are attracting well packaged  lies and empty  promises politicians always have in their manifesto, but still we cling to the illusion that so and so will be better. Think about it.

By 2020 unemployment rate had raised to 7.20 % while the old considered unfit and mentally unstable (Moody Awori of age 92,Noah Wekesa who is 83 years old e.t.c) are still holding positions that requires the young and more creative generation. 

If we don't learn how to run this country and other institutions who is going to run it for us in our 40's and 50's

The government and corrupt critics don't care about that and worse the struggles we go through, they don't give a screaming f*ck  about the past or the future. They don't care if you are boiling stones for dinner or posting pics from miale,as long as they are in the chain of fattening vitambis

Just recently the budget was read and taxes were raised, worse is that the increase was on basic commodity needs, ni juzi tu gas imepanda bei you all can relate to that.

Have you ever thought how the monopoly of organisations has been making life more unbearable for common mwananchi? stima inakatwa without warning, cooking of meter bills by KPLC...because they know we can't do anything. How right are they!?

There has been rampant cases of police brutality and youth deaths, what has the government been doing about it? You tell me. 

I have seen the anguish and pain of mothers burying their children and it is disgusting. The extreme inequality, justice for the rich and prison for the poor just because a few self proclaimed "owners" of kenya have twisted and pressed down the will,need and desire of 99.9% true owners of kenya

We are all monsters masked with happy faces who can explode and transform at any given time, and I feel like the day is getting closer than ever as days go by. We shall unite and stand against inequality, oppression, injustice and forced struggles.

 But until then stay woke champs play your cards right and stay safe. Till next time.

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