This is my 100th post almost 2 years since I launched the blog. A milestone, I guess. As I flashback I can see I did not live up to be an avid poster and my blogosphere network is negligible if not inexistent. It could be by design, not accidental. After all, isn't everything predestined.

Unfortunately things are not right in Kenya right now.

My worst nightmare, the Mungiki, has come home to roost. They are more sophisticated and are getting more ruthless by the day. The government machinery looks overwhelmed, leaving ordinary citizens, especially in Nairobi and surrounding areas, wondering where to run for help. It looks like of late whenever a section of the society is disgruntled by the ruling class, they result to destructive mass action that grinds the country to a halt so that the government can give them audience.

I have always wondered how the Mungiki can be dealt with and eliminated from the society and I have always hit a dead end. I had a discussion with a friend on what can be done to Mungiki the other day. As I was exploring the various 'finality' ways of dealing with such vermin, he commented, "be careful, they are our brothers and sisters!". Yes, our brothers and sisters who do not regard with dignity our life and property, their brothers and sisters.

We have a bloated cabinet that disillusions and adds to the hopelessness of Kenyans. The cabinet will no doubt multiply our poverty and divide our meager earnings. They will extrapolate our ethnic divisions and punch out our eardrums with their never-ending bickering. They will reduce the life expectancy of an average Kenyan who can do nothing about it. My greatest beef is the recycling of aged politicians who can't even read an email on a computer screen leave alone reply to it. The youth again have been sidelined to be future leaders, the leaders of tomorrow.

With poverty levels rising, looming food crisis, an inflation that is rising by double digits, high prices of basic commodities, fuel getting to the hundreds, increasing unemployment, soaring insecurity, poor infrastructure, a neglected AIDS crisis, thousands of Kenyans in IDP camps with no immediate hope of resettlement and a disgruntled youth population that is the Kenya's next time bomb, there is no reason why one cannot conclude that Kenya is getting so messed up.

Right now I am in a rage. A rage that is mixed with despair. What to do; that is the question. Someone, somewhere, right now is causing pain and anguish to a people I hold so dear. A people I hold so close to my heart. I know this someone, and have reasons to believe they are the cause of this misery. Nevertheless, I do not have credible evidence against them. Yes, it is a serious matter. A police case, they say. Previous attempts to resolve this matter legally have not borne fruit. It is all about evidence that can stand a court process.

I have engaged the gears of my spiritual mind. They say that I should pray until something happens. Yet, with each passing hour, I am shifting to a lower gear. Engaging the turbo and the 4WD, in the recesses of a crafty mind. Eerie stuff of how I can end all this are hazily indicating a left turn to the direction of my imagination. I am plotting and I am not liking it.