DEAR TERRORIST, I know you’re wondering why I called you dear. I don’t really mean it, I mean Diabolical Abhorent Evil Rat. If you don’t know English, please ask your nearest Kenyan to explain each of the four words with close emphasis on the last one. While you are attacking us, all of us are standing together. While you were senselessly firing at our people running from you, our brave Police Officers were running towards your bullets trying to save us. Friends and neighbours responded, strangers carried the wounded out to safety, even some wounded were strong enough to carry other more wounded. You have killed our women, some of them pregnant; we were looking forward to healthy babies. You have killed our children; we were looking forward to their bright futures. It started here, but you can take this to the bank – it will not end here. Our mothers, very soft-hearted, are saying God will avenge for us. It is true, but He will avenge for us, through us. We will follow you to your lands, but this time, we will not kill your women, we will not kill your children. In fact, we will kiss your sisters on the forehead. You may want to know that Kenya is so rich, with a big economy and a happy people. Our boys wear dark suits, red ties in shining white shirts and chances are, your daughters will fall for us so deeply in love. But we will kill all your terrorist sons, in their thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands depending on the list you provide us with. You picked a wrong timing – Our President is so young, so wise, so firm and the iron Commander-in-Ch ief. He will lead us into battle, and we will give you more than you bargained for. His Deputy, you don’t even want us to discuss him. Let us meet at your homesteads, Behold, [[nairobi]]
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 18:48:07 +0000
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