Conflicts have now become the fate of Kenya. People, who were once in their houses and were pretty well enjoying the fruits of President Mwai Kibaki’s rule for five years that brought them prosperity, are now on the road craving for two times meal for survival. Recent presidential election did the damage, and those who were living in harmony with each other, have now turned against each other.

I know my neighbor Joseph Onyango for the last five years, and indeed, a very nice and gentle fellow. I never ever thought in a moment of splash even that he’ll be among those who will come demanding our head. Kill! Chop them all!’ These horrible sounds are still echoing loud in my ears and send cold shivers to the spine whenever I remember that ghastly day.

As the mob set fire to my neighboring house, I had no idea about mine. When violence erupted, we packed our things, ran away before they got to our house, and took shelter in a school form where market and city hustle-bustle was at a distance. Though we managed to escape for the time being, but only to pick up the rags on the streets that was devoid of any means to survive, nevertheless, a place where we waited for a new sunrise without aggression, brutal discrimination and bigotry, which far too many have witnessed recently.

Coming out in the street is like stepping in the hell and we are spending our nights in the police stations, for we feel insecure here even. Kenya has now become the epicenter of terrible prejudices that have exposed everyone to grudges and has robbed us off our safety and security because of our multi ethnic society. The turbulence and petulance has commenced an era of suspicion and fear where friends are turning foes. We perceive everyone our enemy and never know when we’ll be surrounded and chopped off by the mob of other tribe.

Had the land belonging to different tribes in Rift valley not been given to Kikuyu people, this spiraling mayhem wouldn’t have spread. At first, it appeared in Politics between Mwai Kibaki and Raila Odinga and provided a spark to the conflict but the reverberation of this appeared in the form of present conflict, which so far has gobbled up somewhere around 800 and displaced tens of thousands of desperate people.

I want to go back in my house, but really don’t think I can live with those people again. It’s total chaos here and we’re cold and hungry but no one seem to care. Here goes the word suspicion again, but this time for the secure future…with all this going on, we only wait for a miracle to get things right for us.