Ambition of Kenyan Wannabe Millionaires

These are strange times in my web of thoughts. Nothing seems to be lining up to spin off some weird idea. May be I’ve been breaking my back to please whoever it is who pushes the pen to write the story of my life. It might be God, my boss and/or me.

I have in the past few weeks been meeting with several of my pals from high school or campus. It is always nice to see a familiar face from my slowly aging past. Some told me that I‘ve not changed one bit. What’s your secret? One might ask. Nothing, I’m still young by any standards.

Well, these few weeks are forming a chain of links that seems to be preparing me for something. I’ve particularly had this sinking feeling the whole of this week that something is about to happen. This is because like any human being I fear the unknown but in the last few days its been worsening. I think that this might just be a heightened level of paranoia since I’ve some new life projects that will certainly be left at the hands of others. I have done all that I could. Now, I can only leave everything else to hope.

A few days ago my dad was serving me a dish of how I can be all that I can be. These talks usually arise when he is slightly tipsy. Alcohol does that to the otherwise introverted emotions of most men. I’m starting to learn that as much as I try to control my destiny, there is always someone else pushing the buttons. The trick is to learn how and when to respond to the commands/opportunity. I pray…

Mysterious ladies in my life are all either on the verge of friendship or courtship. I feel young and breath young yet think old. It is said that the young are taking over. My non-existent voters card will suddenly be important. But whom should I ballot for. I still feel short changed.

“Ndio hii barabara. Si mnaiona. Kazi inafanyika” is simply not enough. I see wealth so it’s just a matter of touching it. I am sure it’s going to stream down sooner than I think. I can see more opportunities. I am taking more opportunities. I am creating more opportunities. But that is also not enough. I read somewhere that entrepreneurship does not necessarily mean financial independence but it surely means that there will be no more chained brains in future Kenyan generations. Every time that I have met anyone from the past, they have asked the question What do you do? or What you up to? At least so far there have been concretely truthful answers but I still have an itch on my ambitious skin. Yesterday my supervisor warned me against tending to veer off outside normal thought protocol (Yeah, company principals- you know!). I saw some and no point in this because most of the time I ended up stopping an error that might have blown up in our faces. It’s all about regulating the purported idle time in my head. Veering off along this mental road is allowed so long as I do not crash.

I wonder how it is possible for a few tobacco snuffing, mountain worshipping youth to kill their own in order to further a selfishly thought out agenda. Mungiki adherents are lost somewhere in between cannibalism and human sacrifice. The very people they are apparently trying to help are the same ones that they are killing. Their leaders are meanwhile seating at the top echelons of government. How can we negotiate on such terms? But at the same time the police are killing citizens without question. 21 people died in Mathare in a single night a few days ago in the name of getting rid of the Mungiki menace. None of them was used to rat out the workings of the cannibals. This definitely means that the government has finally owned up to the fact that they know these murderous agents. The Kibaki rulership has a tendency to self destruct. Amid all these chaos there is still the Ambition of Wannabe Millionaires. Most youth who want to ‘actually earn’ their hard earned cash.