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Of Infamy,Terror and Anarchy

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Accra,Ghana ;the venue of the recently concluded conference on insurgency.And the student leaders across  Africa congregated here to irk their discontent ,contempt and what have you concerning the advent of militancy in this part of the world.

Good gracious,this gave me the audacity to write down just the synopsis part of it- for the world to scan,criticize and adjudge  as green or false light.In any case that be the essence of literature

In Mpeketoni, schools,motels and police stations have been converted into a rubble ,concrete scattered helluva the place is the lone visible trace of tranquility that barricades the area.Otherwise,ashes and charred pieces of wood lie unperturbed in the ground

Elsewhere,Chibok girls are yet to be found despite worldwide uproar concerning their incessant seizure by Islamic militants;Boko Haram a couple of months ago.

Then, there was Westgate siege in uptown Nairobi.Most recently is the Lamu transitive attacks that have left many in the anals of pain  as they try to reconstruct after anarchy and acrimony took center stage a month away.
Quite frankly,I loathe 'islamic holy war' purported by terrorists who famble about religion while baying for innocent civilians' blood.Often,before they go on to accomplish heinous and cowardly acts they pray in a nearby mosque.I write from my humble abode, a students hostel, which I think is kinda safe by Kenyan standards.A matatu away and I hold my breathe as 'I pray to the good Lord for my soul to keep' should there be casualties of terror on my way town

Let's be objective for once.Let reality sink into our nuggets and temples for once as we try to crack through this quagmire.Mind you- Who are the proponents of terror,radicalism and insurgency?Are they not people who profess the Islamic faith?At this point,its imperative for my Muslim friends to bay for my blood.It's acceptable anyway but I exude confidence whenever I pen a fact,or a best a universal truth.Without fear or favor I pen,gore and condemn terror cause I believe in peaceful coexistence and hence 'a world for us all irrespective of our races or religions.

'Dear Lord,where hath your people go wrong?' I ponder.And the Good Lord watches as a brother maims another .

Franklin Roosevelt,the statesman,nailed it when he said,"a date which will live in infamy'in response to the attack on Pearl Harbor .That attack is down in history as the pre-cursor of the second world war.
Today ,the world is up in arms when Israeli bombards Gazan militants often rendering women and children casualties.All fingers are pointing at Israel as the sheer perpetrators of this modern genocide.But have we all got our facts skewed?Who ended the truce that'd culminate into a peace pact?Is is not Hamas who fired rockets towards Israel?Now, who are Hamas fighting for?Perhaps Obama's and a Jewish columnist's sentiments is justifiable that Israel reserves the right to protect itself from external aggression

In God's free world, we be Muslims or Christians,Arabs or Jews, blacks or whites-who is our common enemy?Terror is recipe for disaster as it often leads to social and political disintegration.ISIS fugitive are now masquerading about Iraq, a region that has been in turmoil and civil war for long to enjoy the fruits of civilization.I know Islamic militants who are in solidarity with these militants will wage and unleash terror in countries allied to the US since Obama's administration has directed an air assault to counter the growing influence of ISIS amid reports that Non-Muslims have been slayed in numbers by the ruthless militants

And that's where radicalization changed our tact of want for better and quality life to infamy,militancy and proliferation of arms.A child in Gaza has not experienced the tranquility and sobriety of the that urban setting in as much as a propriety about Lamu is reluctant to put his funds in there towards nation building.Perhaps earlier philosophers and scholars were equivocal enough in suggesting that the world could be made a better place to be if the every one about he world would be adamant to make him or herself a better person

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