Magazine / Lifestyle
Friday, 07 Oct 2016 20:16 EAT
I have never stopped feeling pain on behalf of former deputy chief justice Nancy Baraza, who was removed from office after an altercation with a security guard at the Village Market shopping mall. Whenever I think how hard it must have been to build up that career to that level and how a single encounter with a security guard brought it all down, I go numb with bad feelings.
Sometimes I wish its my nose Ms Baraza had pinched. We would have settled it like adult women without the need for the drama and someone having to lose their job. Ms Baraza did wrong, but we have certainly done worse stuff, and much as the guard, Ms Rebecca Kerubo, was wronged, these security guards have wronged us severely and severally, but we have contained ourselves because someone doesn't have to die any time we pick an argument.
But why is it like this? Its because we have been wrongly made to believe that some jobs are better than others, and that some people are more important than others. If someone had cultivated Ms Kerubo's self esteem to a level she felt like an important lady in the society, she didn't need to square it out with Ms Baraza to the extent of taking her job to feel important.
I have never felt any less farming these watermelons or transporting your building materials. We can't all stick to State House because that place needs fresh food and vegetables. It must come from somewhere and that source, just like the tenants at State House, must be respected too.
We need the Governors, let them earn and make money. Let them build palaces for themselves and theirs. As long as I sell and transport the building materials, I am home and dry for the love of Christ, that's my niche in the pecking order. It doesn't have to be high, it needs to be important, and that's exactly how I feel.
Those high peckers need security guards, chefs, househelps, gardeners, drivers... all of whom play very important roles and are therefore very important people in their own right, and who rightfully should feel so.
Last month was at a certain school for a motivatoinal talk. The person who spoke ahead of me made me want to cry. She expressed her displeasure in the career of a "watchman" and insisted how hard students should work to avoid occupying such slots in the society. If I had any powers, I would ban her from public speaking for a lifetime.
We need all people. We need to respect their places in the society, but above all they need to feel good about their jobs too. It will save the planet this animosity and "unadharau kazi yangu (you underrate my job)" attitude.
If someone was rude to me today, the last thing in my mind would be "ananidharau" ( he underates me) because I don't have a single reason why they should. I'd rather imagine they envied me for free.
Work on your self esteem, it will make the world a lovelier place to live in.