Emtional punch-Kenyan politics

 I surfing through a sea of emotions, the moment the period is brilliant, the sun seems to be brighter, life has a new punch, i recently witnnesed the birthing of a new nation, my kenyan nation, suddenly i don't pay to much attention  to the naysayers are saying i am remaining optimistic.
I am in the new nation, am following it to. The nation is still in the hand of old archaic midwifes, they are brutes, they have been midwifing the birth of a new nation for long, they botched it up countless times, they have cleaned their coats, given themselves a new sheen, the have a smile; sorry a grin in their faces. They want new jobs, they want to nurse the new born, their milk bottles are vermin infested, the young baby should not, shall not be left in their care.

let them nurse the wounds of rejection, for the new baby cries and freckles in their presence. They are the old brand of Kenyan politicians, they never let go. Well we already did.

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