Happy New year 2011. For me, this year will be a year of political activism. I shall work even harder to make my personal voice be heard by those in power and I shall represent those without personal voices in the true Ubuntu spirit.

Sweden has given me a foundation to practice my political ambitions at the Skarpnäck local government -Skarpnäck’s district where Bagarmossen is a location-community) My mandate begins from January 3rd 2011. I feel very encouraged and I must say, I am humbled for the trust invested on me by Social democratic  party.

Someone said before me, that it always feels impossible until it is done (RNM). Sweden has always felt like home for me and especially our local village Bagarmossen.

My ambition is to improve this place and make it better for all of us. These are the same ambitions I owe my Kenyan local village whether it’s Kimanjo, Il-polei or our current place Endana.

I am sure you harbor the same ambitions for your village too.

My heartfelt advice is that we should stop adapting our problems and instead work for appropriate and legal solutions.

Find a legal solution that covers the wider public in general. Please avoid living with your problems… be self critical now that you can see deeper into what you call your background.

Pray God if you wish and while you do, ensure you don’t enslave him with problems you can actually solve yourself. He gave us the brains and chased us out of the garden of Eden and told us to go and conquer the world.

The world is not just endana village…. or Kenya… or Maasai cultural world… The world is a little bigger than that yet so little even at the global level.

Let us awake our common senses and demand what is rightfully ours by working our way through our problems. Technology changes man, yes it does… after 6 months in Sweden, my little brother, returned back home to Endana and to my desmay, he already feels he’s a stranger in his own mother’s home village.  Imagine me… or my Dylan.. so much feels strange and different on both ends after a few  years in this country we now call home!

Although the feeling may be strange for some time, I belief we can always recapture the truth that, that little village is what made us what we’re now, therefore we curry with us, the urge to improve it to the best of our desires.

We should always stand up for our village even if we feel strange a times when the village is soo corrupted by bad governance. Let us know what is it that pains us and who is responsible for the problems. Let us communicate our disappointment with the authorities and demand what is constitutionally entitled to us.

I must agree that I have been pretty much occupied with a lot of other things topping my priority list with blogging among the last in the list.  However, my little brother’s new reaction to the miseries in his own mother’s home, his background kept on calling my attention. I had to push the blogging up the priority list, though really painfully.

So to hit back to you dear little brother for causing me this moment , let me question you a little Paraga le papa and I hope you may find some time to travel to where network is and where you can pay to use the computers to answer my question. My humble questions to you is,

Why do you live in such primitive homes?

Are you ashamed of living so poor?

What are your answers? don’t answer according to leading questions but just follow your heart.!

My answer would be; One the part of shame; No!  I am not because I am not the cause of this degradation.

BUT are you not ashamed of not doing anything to defend your dignity and humanity by demanding proper housing and other decent facilities from the government in your county?

On this part, YES! YES I am ashamed and I must do something to be more politically active for the sake of my own life. Everything is politics! Even the food you eat, the bed, the roads, the water, the air the children, the elderly, the schools everything… You can choose to be part of it, or run away from it and let another person make decisions for you. The decisions they make may not always favor your wants..

Ask and it shall be given to you… Knock and it’ll be opened..

Saidimu.