YIBAMBE

The beauty that overhauls the unification of black folk is the consciousness that leads the narrative on change. Between the two beloved cities, that I call home, unrest lays while the cry for justice echoes in the streets. On the ground in Nairobi and in Mathare, the settlement which lays on the outskirts of the city, Kenyan mothers, sons, daughters, fathers and more stand up against injustices that took precious lives away.

From the beginning of COVID-19, the failure of the mantra, “To serve and protect” has uprooted lives away from families too soon. Families and communities voice out to keep those in leadership accountable, yet, the understanding of servitude lingers in lining people’s pockets with “the kasomething extra or small, kitu kidogo- brides” to submerge justice. That is what many men and woman gather to express. The plea to be heard. The appeal for truth. Most importantly, justice for the bodies. An excerpt from Ta-Nehisi Coates “Between the World and Me” reads: “……It is not necessary that you believe that the officer who choked Eric Garner set out that day to destroy a body.

All you need to understand is that the officer carries with him the power of the American state and the weight of an American legacy, and they necessitate that of the bodies destroyed every year, some wild and disproportionate number of them will be black.” This thought, provocates the current state of all black souls; thus the symbol of the empty caskets. – Police continue to use their power to abuse and antagonize communities at peace. It’s not uncanny that these actions hold weight to the unjust acts happening too many globally. The rabid behaviour, of course, is to their nature, although in your inherent right, use your power to teach foreseeable change.