Recently I was travelling from Nakuru to Nairobi and I was painfully bored with the scenery… then at Naivasha my dad had to stop after we saw a donkey with a child holding its rope…. The donkey was talking the boy for a walk!! What a useful donkey? That was so thoughtful of it! It turned out the donkey could talk, not a big deal, its not the first time a donkey could talk, Balaam had a talking ass, its quite normal…
...It turns out that the donkey was called Kalonzo, does it remind you of someone? The life of Kalonzo began in Ukambani where he was born, he was then bought by one Nderitu who brought him to Naivasha to carry water for a water melon farm. It was a difficult job but fulfilling because he had made a girlfriend on the farm, she was called Charity, how romantic...
The donkey wanted a lift from us, unfortunately most cars seats aren’t made for donkeys. Carmakers should consider that some of the passengers could be donkeys. The donkey wanted to go to Nairobi to look for greener pastures, Naivasha was a bit dry and the scenery was Rubbish. The donkey narrated to us that it wanted to go to Nairobi to seek a meeting with the Committee of Experts, the donkey wanted to petition the committee of experts to include a bill of rights for animals, unfortunately the donkey had no idea that the constitution was already promulgated and the committee of experts disbanded. Sad things donkeys cant read the papers… The donkey was painfully disappointed, I wanted to refer him to the Kenyan Human Rights commission but unfortunately it doesn’t handle ass business.
It was painful to listen to the sad story of the donkey. It turns out that the donkey was called Kalonzo, does it remind you of someone? The life of Kalonzo began in Ukambani where he was born, he was then bought by one Nderitu who brought him to Naivasha to carry water for a water melon farm. It was a difficult job but fulfilling because he had made a girlfriend on the farm, she was called Charity, how romantic? Unfortunately during the post election violence Charity was stolen and she ended up slaughtered by the poachers of Naivasha… Kalonzo was heart broken, he had tried going to the Truth Justice and reconciliation commission (TJRC) but the TJRC didn’t have a donkey translator.
I know this is a rubbish story, true. There is a point to it nevertheless. Animals are very precious, they add a lot of value to our lives yet we never seem to appreciate how much they matter to us. It is appalling to see the amount of cruelty heaped on animals, I am not saying you sing for your goat or buy your donkey a hot tub, but we need to be more kind to animals. Kenyans treat donkeys with sadistic brutality, it is sad to see donkeys inflicted with severe wounds by their owners, I fail to understand what is so bad that an animal could do to deserve such. It is very distasteful to watch the violence people in this country inflict on animals. There are people who set dogs tails on fire, our municipal councils murder stray dogs… I am not one of those who will ask you to treat your animals like they were your children, but I will say that it doesn’t take anything from you to be kind to animals. I saw a man run over a dog with his car without any effort to stop and it made me sick to the bones… God left us to take charge of his creation, not to abuse it. Jesus said that not a sparrow falls from the sky without God knowing, God cares about animals, so should we.
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