Lessons from BBA Stargame and Olympics
I have learnt how to do the Kemboi jig…seriously! My pal Dino Okech said he’ll get a tutor so I just decided to beat him at it…well, the biggest Lesson I have learnt from BBA Stargame and the 2012 Olympics is the value of the Kenyan flag and perhaps the National anthem. Well I am yet to hear our national anthem in the competitions so far and I am only going to talk about the flag.
From the first day Prezzo walked into the BBA house, he literally carried our flag with him. Many of us were not even supportive of him – personally I have never been a fan. The competitions however turned me into a follower because Prezzo was not just Prezzo. He was our ambassador, he wore our national colors at any given opportunity – this brought about the other side of Prezzo that none of us knew – the patriot. Now don’t get me wrong, just wearing the national colors does not make you a patriot. I know a lot of fools who wear those colors to every campaign rally but have never represented anything patriotic about this country. Prezzo proved through actions that he was indeed a patriot and within no time he had the support of Kenyans from all walks of life from the Prime Minister to Low Life Bloggers like myself. We were writing. Posting, Tweeting #TeamPrezzo and Voting for the “President”. Even when it was evident that he dint win the coveted USD 300,000, Kenyans still had his back and are so proud of him.
On the same night that Prezzo failed to capture the coveted Ksh.25M, another Kenyan was winning us gold in London. The most memorable moment was when Ezekiel Kemboi broke into his signature jig after winning the 3000M steeplechase final. That was a proud moment for Kenya and we all united in celebrating his achievements because he was carrying our flag, and he carried it high. That was indeed a moment for Kenya and as the whole world watched, we broke into celebrations irrespective of our tribes. I don’t think those from Rift Valley celebrated than most of us – no we were all celebrating on facebook, twitter, instagram and don’t forget the age old dancing around the house – which I did.
What really happens when it comes to politics. How powerful are our politicians that even when our athletes and artists prove to us that we are all black, white, red and green – Kenyans. They still find away of brainwashing us and make us go back to our usual Kamba, Maasai, Luo, Kikuyu, Kalenjin (etc ) cocoons?
I so much loved it when we were all about #TeamKenya and #TeamPrezzo irrespective of our tribes. I was so excited about our athletes and Prezzo’s winning despite the fact that none of them belong to my tribe – and so was most of us.
So as the elections draw near, let us maintain the spirit of #TeamKenya and everything we learnt about that from #TeamPrezzo, let us not allow our tribal inclinations determine how we decide the future of our beloved country.
So I ask: How will you personally benefit from having a president who is from your tribe? If you have an answer to that question, please hit the reply button and share your thoughts. Have yourselves a lovely week. May God Bless Kenya.
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