Since Obama's election as the 44th President of the United States (of America, not the World), and indeed in the months before that, there's been this refrain in certain predictable circles in Kenya and abroad: Don't expect anything from Obama.
It's been as if to say: He's American, you know -- not an African, not a Kenyan, and certainly not a Jaluo Jeuri! He's not one of us! You're hoping against hope! Get real!
But who says we're expecting anything from him? We're expecting everything!
Against the background of all the dysfunctional leadership we have around, bar none -- and after four decades plus of cruel acts of betrayal and selfish narrow-mindedness by our succession of leaders we elected to mind the store -- certainly we in Kenya will not allow ourselves to expect anything less. There's much time -- too much time, even -- to make up for with this sudden turn of Ebony Fortune.
The irony is that those who swear that we, "the people we've been waiting for", will get nothing are not embarrased to hear themselves complain why electric power and a graded road are only now reaching Kogelo. They can't stand a comedian's joke that Dholuo is going to be the language of choice at the US embassy in Nairobi. They can't stand the simple fact that Obama is not from somewhere else.
The point -- in all of this "Great Expectation", all of this "Audacity of Hope" -- is this: It's all right to hope again -- 'cause Obama, a citizen of the world, sez so! Human and fallible though he is, everyone expects everything from him -- and that's all right.
In the end, everyone will settle for whatever he, of the genuine heart, will deliver. That'll be all right too; for who said we, the very same pieces, can't pick up the pieces from there?
It's all right, once again, to be audacious. Obama says. And so do we!
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Bomb Blast of August 7, 1998: Tenth Anniversary
Today, Thursday, marks the tenth anniversary of the August 7th, 1998 bomb blast in Nairobi, and almost simultaneously in Dar-Es-Salaam. The Nairobi blast killed some 245 people, and injured and maimed some 5,000 more. As far as I cat tell, indeed, it was the single largest international terrorist attack in history, before 9/11.
I was on the third floor of Gandhi Wing, at the University of Nairobi, when the blast occurred at around 10.30 that Friday morning. It was so loud it couldn't have occurred much farther away than Lillian's, just across University Way, or so I thought in that instant. But it was also muted enough that, it did not necessarily sound like a bomb. In fact, my first thought had been that a very badly maintained bus, or some other vehicle, had grossly back-fired!
Soon enough, however, it became clear, as we went up and down Gandhi Wing, that the incident was farther away. As we gathered in small groups, we began to see smoke rising somewhere else, across town. At first we thought that the incident had occurred in the general direction of the industrial area, and then maybe the railway station, and then maybe somewhere in the vicinity of the station, or even NHC building. In hindsight, we were, unwittingly, skirting the issue -- the "epicentre."
From where we stood, we could see a scattering of rather agitated people running away from, and in the general direction, of the billowing smoke. Then we began to see pieces of paper everywhere in the smoky sky, over Moi Avenue and slightly to the east of it; and it seemed that some force kept releasing more and more paper into the sky. Clearly, some office had suffered a catasprophic blast, accompanied by fire. [Some of that paper eventually landed on the roof of Gandhi Wing; and when we went there to check, we found a slightly burnt photocopy of someone's national ID card and some other paper].
Before long, the quickly evolving story began to acquire clarity through word-of-mouth and such telephone calls as could yield concrete answers. That was before TV news kicked in with the facts, as could immediately be reported -- and it did not take long to do that. We heard of Ufundi Coop Building (which housed a teachers' SACCO) and Co-operative Bank House. We heard that the Minister of Education, Mr. Joseph Kamotho -- who was at that time engrossed (as I recall) in a tussle with the teachers' union -- was caught up in the blast.
This piece of news caused conspiracy theories to fly, including the one about the government of President Moi somehow having a hand in the blast -- with Kamotho as the target. What saved the day for Moi, and the nation, was the news which arrived very quickly out of Dar Es Salaam that there had been an explosion there as well. It would have been very difficult, otherwise, to exonerate Moi -- as the political atmosphere was quite charged at the time, as I recall.
The two explosions were quickly seen, then, as a coordinated terrorist act targeting US embassies in the two capitals. For a while, thereafter, we expected to get similar news from Kampala, but it never came. I think thast the realization that the country had been attacked by external forces helped to calm down the country, and to draw it closer. We were able to share in the grief of August 7th as one nation.
I did not visit "the site" of the blast that Friday, for it just did not seem to me the thing to do. Instead, I drove home at lunch time, having decided to defer my visit to the site, such as it could be, to Saturday. I did go on Saturday, and there were many Kenyan onlookers on that day -- as there were going to be for many of the days that followed. Police had cordoned off much of the blast area, as there was active search and rescue activity going on (including the matter of saving Rose). I would not, in fact, get the opportunity to stand at the base of the severely ripped-off Coop Bank Building, until three months or so later. And when I did, the enormity of what had happened at that place really sank in, even as I stood there those many days after the event.
That same weekend of the blast, I drafted a memo to my Vice Chancellor proposing a course in Disaster Management. Never got a reply. In the week that followed, I began to sell the idea of the course to my colleagues in the Department of Sociology, and to look into expanded possibilities. Soon enough, the idea of a course evolved into an entire Masters programme in Disaster Management -- and into a comprehensive Module II MA programme in the Department. From my base in the Department, I was quickly thrust into the Faculty's Curriculum Development and Income Generation Committees, where I spearheaded the crafting of what became the Faculty's Module II Programme. I was elected Dean of the Faculty of Arts at the end of 1998, but that's another story.
What I would like to emphasize here, as I conclude, is that the bomb blast of August 7th, tragic as it was, became the catalyst, in a very direct way, for the graduate programme in Disaster Management at the University of Nairobi. I can make that claim without any fear of contradiction. But it was also probably the main reason (a) I became Dean, and (b) the Faculty's Module II programme (from undergraduate to postgraduate) took off when, and with the singlemindedness, it did.
I was on the third floor of Gandhi Wing, at the University of Nairobi, when the blast occurred at around 10.30 that Friday morning. It was so loud it couldn't have occurred much farther away than Lillian's, just across University Way, or so I thought in that instant. But it was also muted enough that, it did not necessarily sound like a bomb. In fact, my first thought had been that a very badly maintained bus, or some other vehicle, had grossly back-fired!
Soon enough, however, it became clear, as we went up and down Gandhi Wing, that the incident was farther away. As we gathered in small groups, we began to see smoke rising somewhere else, across town. At first we thought that the incident had occurred in the general direction of the industrial area, and then maybe the railway station, and then maybe somewhere in the vicinity of the station, or even NHC building. In hindsight, we were, unwittingly, skirting the issue -- the "epicentre."
From where we stood, we could see a scattering of rather agitated people running away from, and in the general direction, of the billowing smoke. Then we began to see pieces of paper everywhere in the smoky sky, over Moi Avenue and slightly to the east of it; and it seemed that some force kept releasing more and more paper into the sky. Clearly, some office had suffered a catasprophic blast, accompanied by fire. [Some of that paper eventually landed on the roof of Gandhi Wing; and when we went there to check, we found a slightly burnt photocopy of someone's national ID card and some other paper].
Before long, the quickly evolving story began to acquire clarity through word-of-mouth and such telephone calls as could yield concrete answers. That was before TV news kicked in with the facts, as could immediately be reported -- and it did not take long to do that. We heard of Ufundi Coop Building (which housed a teachers' SACCO) and Co-operative Bank House. We heard that the Minister of Education, Mr. Joseph Kamotho -- who was at that time engrossed (as I recall) in a tussle with the teachers' union -- was caught up in the blast.
This piece of news caused conspiracy theories to fly, including the one about the government of President Moi somehow having a hand in the blast -- with Kamotho as the target. What saved the day for Moi, and the nation, was the news which arrived very quickly out of Dar Es Salaam that there had been an explosion there as well. It would have been very difficult, otherwise, to exonerate Moi -- as the political atmosphere was quite charged at the time, as I recall.
The two explosions were quickly seen, then, as a coordinated terrorist act targeting US embassies in the two capitals. For a while, thereafter, we expected to get similar news from Kampala, but it never came. I think thast the realization that the country had been attacked by external forces helped to calm down the country, and to draw it closer. We were able to share in the grief of August 7th as one nation.
I did not visit "the site" of the blast that Friday, for it just did not seem to me the thing to do. Instead, I drove home at lunch time, having decided to defer my visit to the site, such as it could be, to Saturday. I did go on Saturday, and there were many Kenyan onlookers on that day -- as there were going to be for many of the days that followed. Police had cordoned off much of the blast area, as there was active search and rescue activity going on (including the matter of saving Rose). I would not, in fact, get the opportunity to stand at the base of the severely ripped-off Coop Bank Building, until three months or so later. And when I did, the enormity of what had happened at that place really sank in, even as I stood there those many days after the event.
That same weekend of the blast, I drafted a memo to my Vice Chancellor proposing a course in Disaster Management. Never got a reply. In the week that followed, I began to sell the idea of the course to my colleagues in the Department of Sociology, and to look into expanded possibilities. Soon enough, the idea of a course evolved into an entire Masters programme in Disaster Management -- and into a comprehensive Module II MA programme in the Department. From my base in the Department, I was quickly thrust into the Faculty's Curriculum Development and Income Generation Committees, where I spearheaded the crafting of what became the Faculty's Module II Programme. I was elected Dean of the Faculty of Arts at the end of 1998, but that's another story.
What I would like to emphasize here, as I conclude, is that the bomb blast of August 7th, tragic as it was, became the catalyst, in a very direct way, for the graduate programme in Disaster Management at the University of Nairobi. I can make that claim without any fear of contradiction. But it was also probably the main reason (a) I became Dean, and (b) the Faculty's Module II programme (from undergraduate to postgraduate) took off when, and with the singlemindedness, it did.
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