Hate is looking her in the eye and saying you love her, but you can’t be with her cause the world doesn’t accept this.
I just watched a story of love and found myself pan handling for change.
I am now both teary eyed and hateful.
It’s so unfair that such a beautiful thing is faught against with such vigor.
Oh… the energy you spend on banning a beautiful film, spend that on bettering our economy, fill in those pot holes, keep those damn corrupt politicians IN FUCKING JAIL.
Paint those god forsaken buildings, preserve national heritage sites, improve the fucking sanitation in CBD, get rid of the fucking pit latrine, stone-age-esk plumming situation by Ambasssader.
Fill out hearts with pride when we think about you.
Make me happy to be Kenyan.
But instead, you deprive us of the Rafiki movie, you don’t support art. You cater to the select complaining masses in Lavington , but not us… The artists, the so called bright future that you CONSTANTLY dim with the array of shit you throw around…
Ironic, you are an unsupportive friend.
YOU are a fucking fake friend.
You don’t have to agree with it to publish it, you don’t have to eat art up and swallow it to support it.
If you let people be who they are, oh my GOD what a wonder we would live in.
Hate is depriving ourselves from the opportunity to change.
Stop hating yourself Kenya.
Mutheu wa Mbula