As I was attending my usual tug of war on where to place the days building block of our society, ensuring that I make it easier for children to grow as equals in my own native country, and so Wuantai Phillip was breaking the ground beneath the foundation from which my arguments stands. It is mandatory for all of us to be builders of our society just as they invested their wealth for us to shed away ignorance.

From home I hear the voice of a true community builder standing up for his rights. I hear,- it’s not enough! Do more!

In his powerful letter to members of Enkishui E Maa(Never ever stop writing to us), he writes about the Kenya of the South and explains. You must also have heard his words- the Kenya of the south that is governing us with illegitimate laws sadly accepted by us yet we are still sleeping on the same beds and the same number of hours without raising a finger and silently passing on as donkeys.

Wuantai the builder, has declared that suffering of the Maasai people is intolerable, he calls you to react.

He was all along shouting that I place the stone in a corner. Snow is about 2 meters this morning in the heart of Stockholm so it’s in this hard times you get the opportunity to reflect.

Like a new discovery, I admit that the voice of this man called Wuantai has been like nourishment for those of us(at least myself) who are burning for the restoration of the Maa community. Wuantai phenomenon is defying distance, it’s here in Stockholm. I am sure its also in Keekonyokie, Nairagie Enkare, Kaputei, Irmookodo te Mukogodo/Laikipia, Sampur, Kilgoris and all over the Kenyan Maasai Diaspora.

In Stockholm, temperatures are way below 15 degrees minus. The winds are hostile and aggressive especially to a one like me with a complexion, naturally darkened to adapt the warmer temperatures of the zero degrees equator, in a nation that Wuantai genuinely baptizes as “The Kenya of South”! I am not made for Sweden..

Hardship is healthy, it raises the level of a man’s self awareness. Not that I dislike my host country, but it is unavoidable to hear the call from those ignorant victims in Maasailand. I sincerely concur that there must be an indigenous University in Maasialand. For this reason, we must start fund-raising from now henceforth!

Despite climatic harshness, my host country is mindful of her citizens. This is the reason we are still here. As the saying goes, ( Tinimiaata enino, tarishore enelikae). Yet, I cannot forget the well(Olare) from which my mother fetch her 20 liter dangerous water, which she carries on her back kilometers to an awaiting thirsty family, before she repeats the same process day in day out.

I cannot close out the calls and news of children suffering from waterborne disease, The water purifying system we introduced failed despite claims that all precautions were followed, including boiling milk and drinking water. It’s understandable because an entire community has never seen tap water or drank from a water tank. They share dirty water with all the animals in the area. A shame that is synonymous with my native country. This injustice cannot be tolerated.

Wuantai must have been jotting his campaign down , while I was meditating on the same issue from another angle. He new that we must indeed personalize this issue.

I have never doubted that this issue is personal.. It has always been about my life and that of my children.. Yes, your life and that of your children too.. that personal! The retrogressive leaders including most of our very own, cares less because their own children’s future is already secured monetary wise. Just like the greater fair society, they also tell their children to” know thaeselves”. nevertheless unlike the greater fair society, the selfish governors precaution their decedents to keep as much power as possible, at the expense of everybody else. To Allie with those of their class for a save and productive hunt for wealth producer’s sweat and blood!

They(governors and their decedents) are told, the more they empower you, the less value their accumulated wealth shall hold, they are aware that they are keepers of our Godly given wealth.

They are scared of our power and that is why they keep us in the dark. However, (Etejoki apa nailokino motiook enkima)

And so I walked over the 2 meter snow along the walking path by the road wondering how unfair the world is. Why should this country receive so much unwanted water(snow) when the Kenyans of the South share an earth well on a seasonal river with the wild animals. Should I blame the nature or the Systems?

The dangerous stagnant water that kills more of the Maa children every year who goes unreported due to lack of welfare facilities and our own people’s ignorance. This is definitely not the curse by nature but  symptoms of a chronically sick system that was never designed for humanity. It is unexplainable that Kenya lived under it for more than 4 decades.

A society that have it’s children killed by a basic necessity like drinking water cannot just exist for long! We cannot wait, says Wuantai, OUR FUTURE CANNOT BE POSTPONED – WHY THE MAASAI YOUTH MUST PARTICIPATE IN REFORMS

He was down in the trench from which our house shall stand upon, calling for more strength, to stabilize the house to withstand future quakes. He knows where the weakness is. To me, he knows how to restore the house. His call  is a reminder to all of us to “tasaai orgisoi lolalem”(trans..) Phillip Wuanta challenges you to dare not to just belief that it is only an illusion! This house shall be restored.

He dreams big and long term! He desires and seek nothing less than an enlightened empowered society! The one time self sustained society of the Eastern Africa, has been reduced to a mere pauper courtesy of systematic marginalization by all regimes ever since the formation of our modern Kenya.

The suffering of our people, especially from the house of Maa, due to ignorance, poverty and poverty related disease, continuous loss of land and inability/lack of will by the government to formulate policies best suited to elevate the livelihood of the nomadic people. It is this bitterness that drives Wuantai down the gullies that erodes our house, in the urge to personally fill the gap. Oh.. personalizing the restoration of our community is inevitable. We must do the spade job ourselves.

However, in our society, personalizing matters normally causes hiccups and upsets although the resilience of our people has always deterred numerous exploitation by external forces. Our ability to preserve our dignity intimidates many, and yet, they call us primitive and backward people.

Ostensibly, Fear of being picked on, as result of personalizing our community’s issues, tends to be the biggest obstacle. Many a times we are, as Wuantai puts it,- met with resistance from the retrogressive leadership that will hate to see us move on but THIS IS NOT ABOUT THEM, IT’S ABOUT US AND OUR CHILDREN.

Meanwhile, after reading his posting on the facebook for the Enkish E maa network, I knew I must do a few home duties in time. From dropping my Little Sokoyian and Lemayian to Day-care, scoot to catch the train to town and borrow some text books for my course and read that chapter that has been bothering me for the last one week.

In fact, this is not what I was to write about…

The tittle of my meditated story before Wuantai swept me away with his Kenya of the South article, was something in the neighborhood of; Continuous armed forces recruitment in Maasailand curtails promising academics from degrees.

If all our sons are recruited to the regimes armed forces, who then shall work in our offices, re-distributing the social welfare among our people?

I have noticed that many Maasai brilliant children ends up becoming armed forces professionals. Many of these University material would be the agents of restoration but their dreams are crashed the soonest they’re enrolled on Kenya armed forces payroll.

Saidimu Ole Ngais.

After finishing form four, with a mean grade of C plain from Dol-dol high under the headmaster Lotuliatum (1992-1995), Ole Ngais was twice hunted down by the area chief and other local leaders who felt it was good for him to be offered to the AP and GSU armed units consecutively, to be recruited. My rebellion spoke for me. In 1998, I went for a Cadet recruitment myself with my C plain. After 4 times round the Nanyuki Stadium they asked if I had someone with me. I was alone so I didn’t impress the employer!

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