Kenyan middle class madness- our biggest undoing

For scientific minds which I have always acknowledged I lack, the term middle class takes many shades depending on where you are describing it from. The middle class distinguish themselves from the class below them by their ability and willingness to depend on their expertise and determination rather than wait for 'serikali itusaidie.'





To me these are the people who live by the carrot and stick. They have not made it, but the environment portrays all attributes that they can make it if they worked a little hard. The middle class are known the world over to be the engines of growth, change agents and definers of the social values of a nation. 


The above description sheds some light of who the middle class are. They have the skill and know how and a twenty four hour access to information. They also have the means to support themselves and a few relatives who remind them of where they have come from and where they do not want to find themselves in.


It is the middle class who have initiated change everywhere in the world. Be it fashion, music, political or social yet the Kenyan middle class has failed in this responsibility. There are those who have chose to live in a bubble and mind their own business. Then the ones who have stood up for change still have hangovers of tribalism, nepotism and corruption. Do not listen to their words, just listen to what they lack the guts to say.


These are the same people who will talk of how tribe does not matter. Yet when you hear them talk in hush tones, you get to the bottom of their heart. They go ahead and vote for 'one of their own' and use their influence to spread the same vitriol to the lower classes. It is the middle class who seek elective posts as well, the rich would rather support and sponsor them.  Then they go to their hang out joints to drink and proclaim how they are not tribal and how things will never change in Kenya.


We are the same people who overlap on the road then complain of traffic jams. We get absorbed by English Premier League, Rugby and Motor Cross (note I did not mention Polo and Golf) and forget that the lower class who are breathing at our feet play and watch basketball, football and hockey. If these sports do not develop, the youth from humble neighbourhoods will come knocking at our doors. What we will do is erect a tall fence and enhance the grills, but again it wont help. We can live and let others live as well by offering our time and expertise to assist them grow.


From Che Guevara, Nelson Mandela, Osama bin Laden and many others who have stood up for something, they were all educated with at least a first degree. They could have lived a good personal life but rallied their fellow middle class and lower classes to a greater cause. Until the Kenya middle class gets an antidote for its hangovers, we will continue to hear 'tunaomba serikali itusaidie' and laugh about it without knowing we are laughing at ourselves. Then send our children to 'group schools' we can ill afford. 


Lazima tupate dawa ya hii 'kasumba ya mabwenyenye wa kadiri'


Stand up and be counted................................