A letter to the fallen soldiers

This is the third week yet you haven't grown persistent; a voice whispered to me, brimming my mouth with words of consolation. The demise was a piece of spoil in the national cake whose bitterness was tasted by every Kenyan.

However, I understand there are those whose fragile hearts haven't withstand; here is your God speaking renewal.  My youthful body exhibit the reality of a genuine liver. I mean the goodness of bearing with the misfortunes of this planet. It's the secret of trying a smile after weep. I haven't grown old under the scorching sun, forty is just a figure. To me troubles are a passing wind. When I fall I rise. The ponderous burden was pitilessly stocked on me. Languished for a lost relative, friend and fellow national; yet I have grown stronger and armed for a new life. It's the fortitude in the hearts that conquered the frailness of the body; it never let a streak in my soul. I have resorted to a fuller life despite the storms!

You still remorse of a lost hello; who died in the spirit of the four colours; hold on to life.  Albeit his consolidating words still linger between the minds of a united house; it is not time to join and cry. It's time to reunite and in oneness rise; hand joint; and press on towards a better life. Remember there is whose remedy to a moan is great joy. All you need is to endear in life; despite the the turbulence; for this is just a passing wind and clump the heart to a steady  tower. Entrust to God despite a felt abandonment. After a teary moment he is coming for renewal.

It has went dark since then. The mother, father or the family whose hope fell in a desolating vigour. There was the end and beginning for your house. A great emptiness is felt without your son or daughter. Hold on. It is the flesh which died but the soul never ceased. For a second time his glory shall come; the God of revival. That soul won't part from you. When you see a new life sprung amongst you let hope engulf it. For at one time you will nurture who will bring back the glory. Look hope follows the dark; after the teary moments are great reservations. All that can heal is acceptance my brother, my sister. You have moaned for a long time and time to endure towards a new beginning has come. Life has to continue despite the wrangles. Soldier on!

Remember life still go on passing with the move of the sun. Whether you moan sun will rise and set. People will work and gain when you are still grieving feeling damned to the death of a hero who died working! So rise and work.

For the children whose parent got hooked to the El-Adde's massacre. Hold on tight. There is who fathers or mothers lonely hearts. He brings hope to the orphaned and the vulnerable. The redeemer who brings back the lost glory. All you need is to bear; facing the mountain. Be strong for sooner he will do exploit. Go on with life!

To our nation, it's a time for us to see this as just a moment of fall inevitable to multiple success, forget. This won't mean a defeat. Don't run out of faith in memoirs of a hero you worked with. That was just a slight drop and sooner you will rejoice in victory. Remember the devotion that pushed you to the sunny land was love for you country. Fight, fight to the end! Let hope and the spirit for self-dedication be your first mentor. For these are the virtue of a victor. My fellow citizens look at the flag. Black is the colour of the people they died fighting for. Green is for the land they fought for. Red is for the blood they poured fighting for our black people in the green land. Round these colours are white strips. These are for peace which unite us all. Leaders, armed personnel and our fellow citizens let us end the languish and soldier on facing a common enemy. May peace be with you all. Thank you.