I have seen only a handful of men daring enough to stand up to an overzealous GSU battalion with nothing more than a twig in hand and some rocks stuffed in their back pockets. Some guys in campus seemed to get an adrenaline kick out of it possibly an after-effect of inhaling too much tear gas.
In the past, Kenya’s three most harmful addictions were alcohol, sliced bread with margarine and easy money. Social media with free wifi is edging out alcohol because a man with a smartphone can live a day without taking a beer but not Facebook.
We seem to have totally forgotten that funerals are for the living. All I see now is ceremonial pomp and politics over a corpse and hardly any grief or empathy for the bereaved.