Calls for pride in being black is often misplaced, as being Kenyan or American has little in defining what a person is trully is. Yet, watching the black men exterminate themselves in Egypt and Sudan and Somalia and Pretoria and Mukuru demands quest into why being black would warrant pride.
Yet, black is almost always synonymous with servitude. Slavery is an accept vise in many places and being black comes with expectations of looking after one's dearest and closest. That is quite atypical of none-black societies where relationships extend as far as to the car and pet dog, the elderly and needy handed over to the systems for care.
Our world today is one that runs on sex rails. Many live on the tenet "a shag a day places food on the table and keeps Shaggy at home". Sex is a universal service that makes and breaks bonds as easily as breathing. And thus the dangers in following the herds into the the servitude that canality enslaves many in.
Paul the apostle wrote to the Romans on God's graciousness as to give His only Son for the salvation of a fallen man. In the same, Paul taught of the generousity pursuant, that if God could give His Son, what else would He not give for us?
Nothing He will not!
What would we be willing to give up for the sake of others? What can we give up for others? What can Ruto/Uhuru give up for others? What can Kibaki give up for others? What can Babu give up for you and you and you?
Service unto others is the primal call that befalls each and every. And no better way that serving others with a smile, happy for the chance to be the servant. For the same, we must forget the high offices we held in Nairobi and willingly take up the rungu and wipe and serve others. We don't need harp on and on about how we had servants and drivers and messegers doing our bid.
Serve the little children in kindergarten, the elderly in care, the bully boss, the ungrateful customer, the rude neighbour... for that is God's perfect design.
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