Kwani? 05, Part 1
Written by Kwani · August 27, 2009

Excerpts From Kwani? 05, Part 1
Truth does not set you free. Instead, truth sets loose. It risks what we hold dear. And there are no assurances.
Daring truth entails risking all we might want to preserve. It means daring to break with family and friends. It means disturbing the fragile peace we inhabit by having difficult conversations. It means telling our mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, lovers, and friends that their political choices are unpalatable-Excerpt from ‘Daring Truth’ by Jeremeiah Okongo.
I saw someone being killed in town at the matatu station called Kalenjin airport because the matatus there carry people heading into the North Rift. The IDPs who had been evicted from Eldoret were very bitter and were going around looking for Kalenjins to avenge their losses. They came to Kalenjin airport because they knew that’s where most of them board matatus to go home. Unfortunately, one man was caught by the group. They beat him up and stabbed him to death. I was not noticed because I look like a Kikuyu.- Kevin Koros, a 20-year-old actor from Lakeview, near Nakuru.
When my uncle saw some people approaching his home, he called the chief again who didn’t answer the call. When the Kalenjin youths reached my grandparents’ compound they said they were looking for my uncle to kill him. When they spotted him running away they tried to shoot him with arrows, but luckily none hit him. My uncle and grandparents moved to Nyahururu to start a new life. – Gladys Maina, currently living in Kikuyu, Central Province.
We spend most of our lives listening to every word of those politicians. That’s why we are suffering, especially the middle class and poor people. The rich from Westlands, Lavington, Runda are very safe. -Alvando Msamani, electronics salesman,Dandora.
I was born in Baringo. I’m a Kikuyu, but I learnt Kalenjin before my mother tongue. Most of my friends are Kalenjin. But today I don’t want to see any one of them. I really hate myself for saying that.
I cannot go back to Central Province. The language they speak there is totally different from the Kikuyu I speak here. When I speak my Kikuyu there, they start laughing at me. And when I go to Baringo, where I grew up, they look at me as a foreigner. If I don’t belong in the Rift Valley, where else can I fit? I am married to a Luhya! – Jesse Njoroge, Nakuru
Kwani ? 05 Reviews
Kwani? 05 Casts Light On Post-poll
“….While Kwani? 05 does not pretend to offer solutions to what happened to Kenya after the 2007 elections, it nevertheless presents us with a mirror with which to look at ourselves and hopefully learn where we so terribly went wrong…”
Read the rest of Joseph Ngunjiri’s review of Kwani? 05 published on The Sunday Nation here
Writers In Search Of A Nation – The East African
“….For me, the real value of these Kwanis (Kwani? 05 Part 1 & 2) will be better understood in later years.
They are a radical departure from earlier issues of the journal that relied heavily on the literature of the Kenyan middle-class — comfortable, personal and more than a little self-involved.
Written in the grip of the post-Moi era, the sense of individual self-discovery (the celebration of the “I”) loomed large on the agenda.
With the PEV, Kenyan literature has been forced to return to the concerns of an earlier generation of writers. Except that this return journey now involves writers in search of a nation.”
Read the rest of Parselelo Kantai’s review of Kwani? 5 published on The East African here
Book Searches For Answer To Kenya’s Redemption- Business Daily
“…the Kwani? 05 collection …was born at a momentous historical juncture and as such it is a historical signature itself. Kwani? 05, like its predecessors, seeks to destabilise that which we assume to be given; it jolts us out of the zones of comfort that we have started to reconstruct — reminding us about the cost of the ‘peace’ we now ‘enjoy’….”
Read the rest of Tom Odhiambo’s review of Kwani? 05 published on the Business Daily here.







Reflection
Today, immersed in the dreary drudgery,
of the never ending toil,
stuck in a gridlock,
on the highway,
i pulled up just past the sidewalk,
to reflect…
to take stock
of my life,
and the road i must now trot.
i saw my past unfold,
saw the things i did that i shouldn’t have done,
things i didn’t do that i should have done,
and i mused,
this is the past, i must learn its lessons,
and depart from it,
for it holds not,
the allure of the future.
i saw the present,
a joyful time, full of desires, dreams, expectations, hope, romance
all beckoning…
awaiting their turn to be unlocked,
only by me..
for i hold the key to their destiny
and i said to myself..
alas! my future can only be great!
i saw my future,
what a wondrous spectacle,
of dreams long fulfilled,
mighty empires already built,
i saw a union of hearts,
a merging of two souls,
which from ages past was destined to be,
and thus,
with energy so charged,
drove off to seek this future,
to lay its foundation,
for i must live this dream,
and only with you.