Recollections of a turbulent mind (part I)

I looked toward the East and, hell! There was no sunrise. The beautiful country was up in flames. Things had fallen apart. The centre was flames. Everybody felt the horrible pinch of the dirty game....

In a globalised world, human tragedy does not exist in isolation. No country, state or nation can claim to be in sole control of violence, bloodletting or genocide. As a member of the global community, intervention measures, many a time, serve as a convenient remedy to tragic events or situations that could otherwise turn tragic....

Human tragedy!? in a civilised world? It's something I never thought could happen just like that! It happens only in a nightmare.
...but there comes a time when the volcano of human emotions and fury erupts. Here's when reality is worse than fiction.
...such was the time... a time when the excesses of power inflamed the passions of the men on the streets, whose craving for change was long overdue.

Given long-standing frustration and disillusionment, there's always a way to vent it. The patient type would bury their heads in the sand and hope for better things...deo volente. The impatient change lovers will always find a way out at the most convenient time.
Such was the picture...

......indiscriminate bloodletting reigned supreme...
......there was weeping and great lamentation.....
......the earth became the theatre of the wretched....

Nevertheless, human tragedy is not perennial. There comes a time when the citizens would come to their senses, lay down their tools of destruction and violence and pull the curtains of peace to their consciences. They'd preach reconciliation and the need to co-exist once again as kindreds.....
........."And they will have to beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning shears. Nation will not lift up sword against Nation, neither will they learn war anymore."

Joshua Masinde.