A Kenyan is either drinking himself to a stupor or somersaulting in religious acrobatics
We turn to alcohol to forget our stinging reality and to religion to make sense of our biting reality.
Beneath the industry and humour of Kenyans, lies a simmering restlessness and disillusionment.
A collective angst.
Only a slight provocation will set a Kenyan charging at you with insults and violence.
Broken social institutions are responsible for this malaise.
The government exploits instead of protecting.
Instead of educating, schools indoctrinate
Rather than inform, the media sedates
Instead of nurturing, the family stifles.
Disenchanted, one seeks refuge in the twin intoxicants.
Alcohol and Religion.
Fabio