It is hard to imagine the tough mohine DT Moi as a toddler chasing after goats in the foothills of Sacho, seeing the sturdy octogenarian on Freedom From Hunger walks or attending burials like he was immortal. Yeah, many are the young men that DT Moi has buried, and many more will follow if the Kalenjin warriors continue their battle cry, as casualties fall on both sides equally.
Moi's strength may be a gift from his days of Maziwa ya Nyayo. May be his gift came from the Lord as Moi did something for children that many don't. Many parents go milking and drink all the milk without a thought of their own children. But Moi, whether by mean streak or out of his goodness, channelled funds to feed children. Kibaki killed that venture.
Jesus, on stand, too, rebuked his disciples when they tried to stop little children from access to Him. He intoned too that unless we be as humble as little children, the kingdom of God would elude us. Thereafter, He is on record blessing children as haunty Pharisees mopped about washing hands before eating. Their position in society had been challenged and they were not too happy about that.
Our children, too, are languishing in IDP camps and streets of our cities, destitute. In the rurals, children are just as badly neglected. Men spawn children about then leave them to suffer the worst, just because some woman has stopped being as warm in bed as she was in her youth. And the consequence is the high number of fatherless children.
If we were to take our minds back to our beginnings, we might learn to respect children and do much more for them- love them. Even the most might had a very humbling beginning. Think of the Bible's Joseph Jacob as a slave in Potiphar's palace. Think of David Jesse as a herds boy. Think of Samuel serving in the temple. Think of yourself splashing muddy pools in Tetu or Kimende. Think of your own children roasting potatoes in Kinagop as you swallow Fosters at Thatched.
Bless the little children, for they hold your future. When you are a blind AOP, it will be children guiding you to the toilet. When you die, it will be children who will report to the the authorities.
Think of the little children, and bless them with what you have.
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