Once upon a time, in a land of hashtags and Insta-stories, there was a generation that flirted with revolution but married mediocrity. The Gen Z warriors of Kenya, youthful, tech-savvy, and brimming with the fire of rebellion, were poised to deliver us from the shackles of corrupt leadership.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
Armed with placards, memes, and the occasional tear gas, they had a chance to become legends. But, alas, legends are made of sterner stuff. In their haste for glory, they became the weakest link, the Achilles heel in the grand saga of Kenya’s battle for justice.
When the fight began, everyone was convinced that the youth would be the spearhead of a revolution that would crush the oppressive political elite. But lo and behold, like Samson and Delilah, it only took a sweet whisper and a few coins for the youth to cut their own hair, lose their strength, and deliver themselves into the hands of the Philistines. Yes, the mighty Gen Z, with their loud roars on the streets, turned out to have the loyalty of a feather in the wind.
“Umoja ni nguvu,” they said. But apparently, unity is only strong until someone waves a few shillings in the air. Then, suddenly, the power of unity transforms into the divisiveness of greed.
The political class, who’ve perfected the art of divide and conquer, simply sat back, dangling carrots before the naïve, who promptly threw their principles out the window for a quick fix. If Judas sold out the savior for 30 pieces of silver, what’s the going rate for a young revolutionary’s conscience these days?
At the heart of every movement, there must be a vision — a better tomorrow, where equality reigns and justice is served hot on every table. But the youth, instead of envisioning a land of promise, turned their eyes to the present, to the immediate gains, to the quick buck.
You can’t build a nation on the promise of Mpesa alerts, no matter how fast they come. Yet, here we are, watching as the generation that was supposed to break the chains of corruption now shackles itself to the very same system they once despised. “Mchele wa jana haulambwi tena,” goes the Swahili proverb, reminding us that yesterday’s meal won’t satisfy today’s hunger. But it seems that some youth think a few crumbs from the political table are enough to sustain a revolution.
The political class, ever cunning, didn’t even need to lift a finger. All they did was sit back and laugh as the youth tore into each other over who was more “woke,” who was leading, who had the better ideas, and who had the bigger following. The cries for justice and fairness faded away, replaced by petty squabbles, the very thing the political elite had hoped for. “Ngoma ikilia sana, huja vunjika,” the drums of disunity were beaten so loudly that the revolution crumbled before it even truly began.
And as the movement faltered, the youth became easy prey for propaganda. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” they said as they eagerly gobbled up the lies fed to them by the very people they should have been fighting.
Every social media post, every fake headline became gospel, and critical thinking, once the strength of the youth, was replaced by blind obedience to whichever political master pulled the strings that day.
The saddest part? The youth failed to see that their strength was in their numbers and unity. Like the old Kikuyu saying, “Gũtirĩ ũkabi ũhitanagia mũhuro,” no one who works with others is overwhelmed. Had they held together, stood firm, and refused to be bought or divided, they could have shaken the foundations of power. Instead, they squabbled and scattered, like a house built on sand.
Meanwhile, the political class, corrupt and seasoned in the game of survival, had the last laugh. Oh, how they laughed! Watching from their plush offices as the youth turned on each other like hungry dogs fighting over bones. They mocked the very idea that these young people had ever been a threat. “Look at them,” they sneered, “they can’t even organize themselves, let alone organize a revolution.”
The dream of a fair and just Kenya, where the youth would lead with integrity and vision, was buried beneath layers of greed, lies, and disunity. The movement that could have brought down the political Goliaths was instead brought down by its own infighting, ignorance, and short-sightedness. “Mtaka cha mvunguni sharti ainame,” they forgot that to achieve something great, you must be willing to bend, to work, to sacrifice. But who can sacrifice when the price of betrayal is just a few coins?
Now, the youth find themselves the punchline of the country’s biggest joke. The generation that promised to change the world is instead being used to prop up the very system they swore to dismantle. And the political class? They’re not just laughing; they’re dancing on the graves of the Gen Z revolution, knowing that their power is as secure as ever.
So here we are, back to square one. The dream of a new Kenya, a Kenya where justice is not for sale, where corruption is not the norm, and where leadership is about service, not self-enrichment, is as distant as ever. But let this be a wake-up call, a bitter pill for the youth to swallow: “Asiyesikia la mkuu huvunjika guu.”
If the youth do not learn from this failure, if they do not rise above their greed, their disunity, and their susceptibility to lies, then the future will be more of the same — corruption, inequality, and the mockery of a political class that has mastered the art of exploitation.
But all is not lost. “Maji ukiyavulia nguo huna budi kuyaoga.” The youth have entered the struggle, and now it’s time to bathe in the waters of responsibility.
They must rise again, stronger, wiser, and more unified. This time, let their fight be built on principles, not personal gains; on unity, not division; on the long-term vision for Kenya, not the fleeting allure of money and power.
Let this moment be the turning point. For if the youth can learn to stand together, to reject the lies, to refuse to be bought, and to hold their leaders accountable, they might yet deliver the fatal blow to the political class that has long held this nation hostage. Kenya’s future is still in their hands, but they must act now — before it’s too late.
As the saying goes, “Vijana wa leo, taifa la kesho,” but if the youth don’t get their act together today, then the Kenya of tomorrow will be a place where the revolution never came, and the political class will still be laughing… only louder…CLICK HERE FOR MORE ARTICLE>>>
