TRIBUTE TO A FALLEN SOLDIER
On the 6th March this year, I started sharing weekly stories aimed at encouraging positivity in our approach to life and interaction with others. The first story that I posted that day was titled, ‘Ash Thursday’. It was inspired by Ash Wednesday and the concept of ashes in relation to faith and biblical teachings. The concept is as simple as, we came from dust and to dust we will return. The best biblical verse for that explanation is Genesis 3:19 which says, ‘By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.”
A few days ago BBC Africa ran a documentary titled ‘blood parliament’ that I watched. It raised my emotions of rage and anger seeing how the Kenyan government had deployed the military during the Gen Z protests, with special instructions to kill and scare away the protestors. Though it featured only 3 young men who fell by the killers bullets, many young people lost their lives that day and throughout the days the protests were happening. To me, that was the time the government lost its legitimacy because, you are an illegitimate government if you turn the gun on your own people.
Gen Z is a different crop of people, they are easy to deal with for their forthrightness. They know what they want, they know their rights and are not afraid to challenge existing structures to get what is rightful theirs. They are totally honest and if you want to have honest conversations, this is the generation that says it like it is. The best of them accept their situation in life and do the much that they are able to do to make their situation better. These characteristics are good but many times put them in the way of danger and that explains the courage with which they stormed parliament lad year leaving many of them dead but it sent a strong message to the powers that be and of course the bond of contention which was the finance bill was eventually withdrawn.
Allow me to talk about a good representation of the Gen Z. Her name is Fiona Mueni Musenya. Unfazed by the fate that life visited on her, she was always a jovial girl who laughed off anything including the difficulties she had gone through so far. She came from ukambani and my guess is that for one reason or the other, she was not able to immediately join college after form four. My guess is also that maybe high school life was not as easy. Probably there was also some difficulty in paying school fees because she came from quite a poor background. After secondary school, she had a short stint as a house help somewhere in Embakasi area and that was also not a very easy life. She confided that the employer was the type that found fault in everything she did, and it was always complaints and abuses over everything. Then an opportunity presented itself when she got a job in the same area to run an Mpesa shop. She did the job for several months before it exposed her to yet another opportunity to run Mpesa shop in DOD headquarters in Nairobi Hurlingham area. Shops within DOD always offer good business considering that the population is high and close to no competition. She would do transactions worth millions every day and that is how she began to deal with us at Absa Bank Hurlingham branch, coming to buy float every day and several times each day. On getting the job and to ease her operations, she moved house to Kibera area from where she operated from.
She related very well with everyone and in a short time became a darling of everyone in the bank. She would not only say hi to all colleagues on her way but picked talks at ease with all always starting with the guards at the door. Within a very short time, she had become like one of us and we all treated her that way. For some of us like me, we became friends and would talk more beyond the casual laughs and with an easy demeanor, she would share her life struggles, laughing all off or joking all out.
As fate would have it, she later lost her Mpesa job at DOD and was jobless for some time. She said that she had just been replaced and was back to searching for another job. This time round, she did not take so long getting another opportunity. The relationships she had created opened an opportunity for her to join the Kenya defence forces. she was recruited into the army and trained at Kenya defence forces training school in Eldoret. She told me that they were rarely allowed to use their mobile phones and during that period, we communicated very rarely. On completing her training, I encouraged her to pass by our branch to say hi to the people and so she did. This time round, she wore a more boyish look with short hair. she also looked tired, beaten and emaciated. She had lost a lot of weight as a result of her army training. She had been posted to Moi Airbase Nairobi and would later report there to start off her service to KDF. She confided in me that the training was a very difficult time for her. At one point, she had fallen and injured the upper part of her leg and was going for therapy sessions. She was now finally happy and ready to settle into her new life.
This year, we talked several times, and she shared her experiences in her new workstation, the challenges and the responsibilities that came with it and her plans and dreams in her new line of work. Our last conversation was on the 9th of April when I gave her some information which she had asked me to get for her but on the 17th of April, I got a call to inform me that she had passed on, on the previous day 16th April. It was shocking and unbelievable. She was young and was just settling into a comfortable job after many years of struggle. Why did it have to be her and why so soon? I later came to learn that she was in Kitui with a colleague, Mr Orina, riding in one army vehicle before they got an accident along Machakos-Kitui Road. Both died on the spot. Just like that and she was no more. I never knew her family because we never talked about it. It was even sad that I could not participate in any way in her burial preparations like we, Africans love to do. I also learnt after she died, that she was the only child of her parents without any siblings. How hard could that be for her parents?
Fiona’s story is a sad one but a reminder to all of us that life is short and it’s important to live well with all people because lights could go out for any one of us at any time and we need to always have our house in order. The big question is, have you put your house in order?
To my sleeping Friend Fiona Mueni Musenya, part of a soldier’s training is preparedness to die but it’s also said that soldiers never die. They only fade away. You have faded away, but you were a truly good human being in the way you treated and related with all people.
Fiona was a member of my Thursday stories WhatsApp group. May she rest in eternal peace.
@Stephen Mungai