Today I drove my dad to a
National Prayer breakfast. This is an event usually attended by dignitaries
from within and abroad. Ambassadors, international business men, locally
established tycoons and filthy rich politicians. Even the president himself
never misses this occasion. Here he meets the people who call the shots in the
economy, the people he must stoop to if he wants to lead a financially stable
and peacefully country.
You might be wondering whether I am my dad’s driver.
No, I am not. This is the only golden opportunity I have ever got to, to coming
close to the powerful and mighty. I had to come, there is no way I could miss
this so I gave his driver a technical leave. A leave I am sure he signed gushing
unspoken curses.
According to the invitation card,
dad’s only job was to prepare a 5 minutes prayer. The contents of which were to
include a prayer for the nation, the presidency and the people in that order, a
prayer for a stable economy, prosperity and peace among the people in that
order. A guideline whose contents according to my interpretation were probably written
by a lay person filled with wants and demands from the supernatural being.
Nothing mentioning thanks giving. In all the jargon and vocabulary used how
could he forget all the similes for thanksgiving? Appreciation, gratitude,
approval, blessing, Asante… I wonder!
That aside, the breakfast is over
and I leave disgusted and dissatisfied. Curse me not for leaving a prayer
function all wound up. My intentions for meeting the rich and powerful might
have been sinful in the first place; even tricking dad’s driver into an unwarranted
leave is no holly act. But what happened here is detrimental and absolutely
unforgivable. I am not at ease and my heart is troubled. I fell like my country
has blasphemed and the supernatural might punish us all for this. Our president
led us in a function which our creator was called upon, provoked and laughed
upon.
Restricting the man of cloth,
Lord’s representative in this sinful world, to a misguided prayer request was
wrong. Talking politics in a prayer event aired live in national television
networks is another mistake. A religious leader is trained on how to speak to
the creator; he knows the nation’s need, weaknesses and wishes. The best you
can do is adding to his list and not limiting him or her to your specific personal
needs. How can an officer seated in a
comfortable chair at Harambee house know the needs of Amina who lost her
husband in Thika Road blast because some rogue sheik told him the story of 40
virgins? How could this man know how grateful Wambui is her son finally got the
president’s attention and was appointed to head a commission? … And many more!
The sermon was short, hardly
lasting 5 minutes, then speeches started; political aggravations, dividing the
already divided nation. Speaker after speaker their mouth was so filled with
vile and bile. If the previous speaker talked of the other political party the
next talked of the other tribe. Because the other speaker had already hurled
abuses to the west, the next boos poor Kenyans complaining of the president’s
move to pay a corrupt deal and then the tribal appointments. It is a prayer
meeting man!
And just as the event comes to an
end they move to form clusters; business, political or ethnic defined. Here as
I mentioned earlier the rich and mighty meet. The small fish run to the mighty
to cut deals, to acquaint themselves with the rich and to present their bright
ideas on how together they can swindle the taxpayer unnoticed. Trust me they
are necessary in these kinds of meetings because the mighty are too lazy and dump
to think for themselves. They love signing checks and wiring money but can
never sit down to strategize on how to earn clean money from legitimate
investments.
My dad, the other priest and I
cannot avoid but look at them with loath and be repentant as we remain glued to
our seats totally left out. The Sheik and the Kaya Elder too remain secluded
afraid to join us because of our differences in matters faith. We are not moneyed,
we do not have political influence and are chained by the morals values of our
faith that forbids us from getting lured into corrupt schemes, yet we cannot
leave. The dignitaries have to finish up and leave first. Just wait, wait and
watch, wait and listen till when they are all done and happy.
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