For God and My Country!

I pride myself on being a person of rather strong character and yet overnight and in the course of one week I have been shaken to my core. The one thing that has always remained constant in my life besides friends and family has been the love I have for my country.When I see our flag flying, when I hear the national anthem, even when I see someone wearing a Kenya t-shirt, I am at my happiest. My friends have always thought me mad to love my country so much and now I think I know what they meant. I have always known that if called upon I would never EVER hesitate to lay my life down for my country. After all, if not for my country, then for who?But the last one week of being a Kenyan has been the hardest thing not just for me but for all of us who live with a part of our country within us and who for ten dark days have felt that part slowly fade and die. Don't get me wrong if they knocked on my door today and told me I was needed to fight for the freedom of this country, I would only need to say goodbye to my family. However, that feeling, that burning desire to serve my country has been severely compromised and while we can spend eternity pointing fingers and shifting blame the onus is on us to stop the madness after all it isn't those who are sounded the war cry who are being savagely murdered, brutally raped, critically injured and irreparably damaged, hungry and destitute because everything is gone. No, they still have servants and dessert, holidays and security. They still have lives and prospects. What, in God's name, are we doing?????