I was a normal teenager until my life changed on the 13th of June 2006. This was one of the single most defining days of my life. For on this dreadful day, my uncle, my mentor, my hero Andrew Mayenga Kazi was killed on the streets of my beloved home country by men who thought he was a thief.
Before this day, I am almost ashamed to say that I did not care about the case of "Mob Justice" that people who are thought to be thieves experienced in my country. Its like I blocked this horrific yet very real phenomenon out of my mind. Call me patriotic, but I did not want this practice of "Street Justice" to keep me from singing the praises of my wonderful country everywhere my inexperienced feet tread.
But since that ill-fated 13 th of June, I cannot think of anything else than how these human beings lose their lives in the hands of other people on the streets that I have loved as long as I can remember. Since that day, I know that if I die without changing either my country's laws to accomodate these thieves so that they can pay for their crimes yet get a chance at life or change my people's view of life, that they cannot just decide to kill someone's child in the streets, that that is wrong in every angle and degree we choose to look at it I will die a failure.
Needless to say, my uncle wasn't a thief. He had gone to visit his friend and when someone shouted thief, they somehow thought he was the thief and killed him. He was killed on the grounds of the same university that he was going to attend in a matter of months! And thats why I say, they have robbed the world of a role- model because I know in my heart he would have been great!
I have noticed that our world nowadays seems to have forgotten the sacredness of human life, human spirit. Not a day passes when we do not hear about a couple of thousands that perish due to gang related killings, hate related murders, passion killings, wars and so many more that I do not wish to mention now.
People are constantly afraid. And scarred to the brink of insanity they choose to take out their fears on "innocent" people. There no questions to be asked or is it there is no time to ask questions? Its get them before they get you kind of mentallity everywhere you look. And I must admit it scares me that I will one day have to bring up my children in this wretched world that doesnt seem to get better by the day- at least not from where I am looking at it!
Mob Justice has cost me my uncle, my mentor, my hero. All it took was one scream "thief" and twenty or so boots and bricks to end such a wonderful life, God's own creation. Judging from the way he lived his 21 years of life on this earth, his death was as heart breaking and as heart wrenching as it gets.
I weep knowing that whatever I do wont bring Mayenga back to us - his loving family. But I rejoice knowing that the little I choose to do will tap someones mind and heart and maybe even save a life.
Finally, I would like to say that I do not hate my country - to my surprise even, I love it from the top of Mount Kilimanjaro to the bottom of the Indian Ocean. I do not hate my people either. Go east, go west , you wont find people as wonderful as Tanzanians. But there is always room for improvement. Hate and fear never took anyone anywhere worth of mention. So people of the world I appeal to you to look in your hearts and minds and choose to banish all hate and all fear.
Then live, breathe, be!

This is somthing i came up with recently, i hope you like it.

How to love me.

Dont confine me, dont define
Love me whole
Love me heartedly
Allow me next to your God
Allow me a place in your soul.

Dont judge me, dont change me
Love me once,
Love me for all
Let me mediate between you and your God
Let me be a part of your spirit.

Love me beyond words
Love me with more than oyur heart
Love me with your soul
Love me all year round and back.

Firsts

This is my first day on this blogging thingy. I really do hope someone visites my blog. I hope i 'll remember posting at list every two days.