IS THE KENYAN GOVERNMENT SLOWLY TURNNING TO ANOTHER HITLER GOVERNMENT?
When anybody mentions the name Adolf Hitler, to the minds of many, the world war two rings. To others blood is the only picture displayed, and to most dictatorship is their only thought. Hitler ruled Germany in between 1933-1940, during which he believed that the physically challenged, mentally ill, and others all who were disabled or as he called them “the worthless lives” are rounded and taken to hospitals where they are all killed so as not to give birth to more “worthless lives”, but may be, one question did not run through Hitler’s mind, (did all these worthless life’s as he called them give birth to themselves?
In relation to the Hitler’s idea, when a government puts up councils like the National Council of persons with disability, then employs so many people to run the council, we all expect that good structures will be put in place to secure good education and good life for all the disabled persons in Kenya, if these does not take place, we all wonder if the council is just s platform to make people rich in the name of the disabled! Or is it just a council in naming?
Mombasa is the second biggest city in Kenya, and anybody who has visited the city knows very well that it’s a city of fun. To those who have not visited the city, you should be on your way to the immigration offices and secure yourself a visa so as your next holiday will be in Mombasa. When I met Darius Nguma in Mombasa city, I was so happy to have him help me cross through the sea to another part, which is from Mombasa city to Likoni. As we were on the ferry, the story he told me made me so sad, I even remembered the German Dictator Mr. Adolf Hitler and I asked myself whether the Kenyan government was turning to another Hitler government indirectly and had to give him a platform to write the story and post it on my blog.
IS THIS GOVERNMENT FOR THE DISABLED?
Its 6:30 in the morning and tens of hundreds of people are streaming into the Ferry. Everyone seems to be in haste all hoping to get to the island of Mombasa in good time. Most of them work in town while others are on their way to Kongowea, Marikiti and Mwembetayari to buy goods for sale in their established businesses in Likoni and its environs.
The ferry is just about to dock off and people can be seen running towards it to avoid missing it because that would mean waiting for the next ferry. That would probably take another half an hour of waiting! It’s a matter of how fast you can run now….even the old men and women can be seen working their way out through the crowd, pushing and squeezing like teenagers all in the hope of catching the ferry.
But there, right in the middle of the hasty crowd, is a blind man. Holding his white-cane (walking stick) tightly with shaky hands, he is trying to find his way into the awaiting ferry. People are pushing and hitting him from all directions. He seems to be unsure of his next step but the desperate urge to cross over to town pushes him closer and closer to the ferry.
Despite being jostled around and nobody seemingly ready to assist him, the smartly dressed blind man looks confident and tries to move faster as he follows the sound of footsteps all around him. Suddenly he trips and almost crashes on the concrete floor. Fortunately he is able to use his walking stick to support himself and eventually stands and straightens up. Sadly nobody is willing to help him, not even the Kenya Ferry workers. He knows he has lost the ferry and has to wait for the next one. He knows this because he has heard the gates being closed. Conceding defeat, he leans on the wall, hoping desperately that he won’t miss the next one.
His face is expressionless…you cannot figure out what he is thinking about or know what he is feeling. For him, this is a daily occurrence. This is what he goes through each and every day of his life. Sometimes, once in a while a good Samaritan offers to help him overcome the challenges at the ferry and get him to the other side of Likoni. However this happens in a blue moon!
What happened to those days when helping the less privileged and physically challenged was a hobby? Has the world evolved back to the days of primitivism? Or is it a matter of ‘everyone for himself, God for us all’? Do we really have a government of its people, for its people and by its people?
If only the world was filled with the power of love, tolerance and a sense of humanity, then everyone would find this planet a comfortable place to live in.
By Darius Nguma.