These words of William Butler Yeats in his poem The Second Coming keep playing in my head:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
My country is no longer at ease.
Before I wrap my head around what is going on I would like to:
Pay tribute to all the members of the security forces who have lost their lives in the recent days while in the line of duty.
Pay tribute to all Kenyans who have lost their lives due to the recent spate of violence.
Request you to spare a minute every day to say a prayer for our beloved country…
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