Justice and Peace

Once upon a time, Justice and Peace were two highly compatible values in Kenya, living quiet but productive lives, side by side, in the words of our national anthem and in the national consciousness.

Then one day, politicians took them, tore them rudely apart, set them at opposite ends of a boxing ring, decked them in helmets and gloves and braces, and readied them to spur with one another.

But Peace and Justice had lived together too long and loved one another too much to fight. So instead, the sneaked away, in the middle of the night, to a land far far away, taking their children, Unity and Liberty with them.

The politicians in Kenya began to wrangle, each advancing their own chicken and egg-like theory about which should return home first: Peace or Justice?

In the far away place where they sought refuge, Peace and Justice sat holding hands, watching the unfolding scenario, flabbergasted at the shenanigans of their leaders.

They desperately wanted to go back home.

Together. As a family.

How?