By Okeri Orina
The destiny of any nation has always been entrusted on the robust youth of any generation anywhere at whatever given time. It is the young people who have always woken up in the darkest moments in the history of a people to dare strike the matchbox and light the house.
It is the young people of this country that whispered against dictatorial tendencies by Mzee Moi whose whisper grew into the shout that saw the professor of politics laid to political rest.
The youths spoke and have always spoken even in those moments when the clergy and the club of religious morons have hidden under the cover of the good books. Even in the most adverse of circumstances and the worst of all times, the youth have always found a way of screaming.
They screamed again in the infamous 2007 elections. This time the scream was accompanied by the shout of arsenals. One thing led to another and no sooner was the dance over than we found a chosen few humming the melody into the envelop of Waki which was promptly handed over to Annan, then to Ocampo and now Bensouda.
The youths then screamed and the tyranny of the majority took the trophy home. And now the youths will scream again.
Theirs is a formula that is never applied twice on any political algebra. Each equation is dealt with in a different fashion. The screech of the scream is never predictable and neither is the moment of the scream. With the wanting state of the nation where a majority feel left out and being taken round in the cycle of unending poverty, a scream shall be manufactured.
While the ongoing noise about the ICC goes on and the â€œdynamic duoâ€ engages in the exchange of diplomatic shares in the hope of salvaging themselves from Bensouda and the economy continues to bit harder with few and fewer options left, the ICC shall soon be the barking of the dead neighborâ€™s dog.
Hopes shall soon fade and the youths will again go back to their manufacturing base and â€˜do their thingâ€™ how they know best. What the young people ought to do for now is to devolve this manufacturing base. The young people ought to take a step down the ladder and focus lenses on the county governments.
The youths ought to reproduce their manufacturing bases in every county so as to be able to push for their interests and to work for the progress of each county. The young people must put on the county attire and seek to fight for their counties.
The only truth that remains for us as a people is that the only eye from which we can see ourselves is from the eye of the County. The only way we will march forward as a people is by improving our 47 armies. The great Kenyan army shall advance in the unbeaten biblical Israel manner only when its 47 sons are ready for war. And this should be taken literally.
The scream of the youths of this country must therefore be heard from the respective counties. And so I will scream first for Kisii County, my only county for there lies the future of the country Kenya.
Hoping that others will scream from their counties too and hence the great thunder that will be able to aggressively and progressively move our county forwards and upwards.
Let the screaming begin!