Instead of the joyous happy faces of grandparents playing with their grandchildren during their Easter holidays there is darkness hovering over our dear nation.
And it is not just in policy failure or the blatant, overwhelming corruption but in something more haunting — the deadness in the eyes of those who claim to lead us.
That empty, soulless stare of political narcissists who have long traded their consciences for power.
These are not just flawed leaders. No. They are spiritually hollow beings — men and women who appear human but have long surrendered their humanity to something sinister; money worship.
Their eyes don’t lie. Behind their calculated smiles and polished speeches is a chilling absence of empathy.
The warmth of humanity — the light of genuine feeling — is gone. What remains is performance. Pure mechanical performance.
Cold, manipulative and strategic. You can feel it in their hugs that never comfort.
In their smiles that never touch the soul. In their promises that always ring hollow.
They don’t come to serve or offer comfort. They come to drain, to abduct and kill our children. To overwhelm us with excessive taxation and contempt for our national values so well set in Chapter six of our Constitution. To confuse us with meaningless statistics.
To conquer and devour and create zombies who ask no questions. We often ask: How can they lie so easily? Betray so readily? It is because they have no anchor in truth.
No allegiance to anything but themselves. Their connection to the people is not moral or emotional — it’s transactional, materialistic, and tactical.
Their blasphemous conduct in churches where they “book” their tickets to heaven by donating huge sums of money without any attempt to disclose their source of wealth is mind boggling. For them, trust is a tool, not a virtue. Love is a weakness, not a strength.
And the people? Merely a stage to play out their grand delusions of supremacy.
This is Kenya’s tragedy. Not just that, we are led by corrupt politician, many of them mere spiritual imposters. Wolves in sheep’s clothing. Demons hiding behind familiar faces.
They do not seek power to lift others, to protect and defend our Constitution but to feed on them — to consume light, love, and innocence.
To reduce our hard fought for rights into privileges we enjoy at their pleasure.
We must stop pretending this is normal. It is not. We must return to our basic humanity as Kenyans.
We are at war for the soul of this nation. And to win it, we must learn to see beyond the charm, the eloquence, the rehearsed concern. Each one of us no matter our ethnic backgrounds. We must look into the eyes. Into the energy. Into the spirit.
Because what we are fighting is not just bad governance. It’s a moral and spiritual emptiness at the highest levels of power. If we do not confront it, it will consume us all.
By Gitobu Imanyara