New New ; “Service be our earnest endeavor”

” Two things I ask of you, O Lord;
do not refuse me before I die:
Keep falsehood and lies far from me;
but give me only my daily bread.
otherwise, I may have too much and disown you
and say, ‘ who is the Lord?’
Or I may become poor and steal
and so dishonor the name of the God.
Do not slander a servant to his master
or he will curse you, and you will pay for it.

The antonym for this piece is probably for all intents and purposes ‘same old’. It is not quite an original thought of yours truly but I only recently came to that realization. Even though the sobriquet of the antagonist in the romance theme in rapper T.I of the ‘ I invented trap music’ trope, debut flick ATL is New new, it is while writing this I find her character an antithesis in that even though she comes from money and got her agnomen because her clothes and what not were always new, as in fifth avenue New york or Rodeo drive california store bought brand new, she insisted on going to the same school in the hood her father had clawed and clamored out of. Here was a creature with the option of having a better childhood experience than her parents but instead chose willingly to go through what her father went through in the gist of keeping it real.
It’s a movie but for a teenager,it retrospectively sounds enlightened but on first glance looks stupid if not ungrateful.
In light of the above I wonder what unbridled accumulation of wealth portends if it cannot or will not be used to satiate our desires and that of our loved ones. This is in juxtaposition of the mega scandals in my country in which corruption is now infamously now seen as an art-form although there is nothing elegant in the schemes which are more or less smash and grab. I am more intrigued by what the monies pilfered will buy and whether there are consequences to these actions. I am a big fan of poetic justice and I tend to believe the children of the looters will probably not be bedridden but will be socially awkward people who feel or have to be the one buying drinks in order to have friends. I say so since it is not in my nature to wish anyone ill.

A million shillings in cash or in the bank is a pipe-dream for at least 99% of the citizen of Kenya. It may not seem much to the top 1% of which I’m most likely situated but to one is not frivolous a quarter of that amount can afford you a two bed-roomed corrugated iron sheet bungalow on a 1/8 of an acre just 30km away from the capital city’s CBD in Kitengela, the remainder of that sum could subsidize your daily needs for a decade, but as the legendary poetic thespian American Christopher Wallace postulated “more money, more problems“.

Therefore every time a scam worth billions is unearthed my thoughts wanders to persons on the fringes such as a middle aged man who has never seen the inside of a classroom or a bitumen paved road and sustained themselves via herding other peoples cattle. Whether they can relate to the quoted figures or is it only us the elites who can readily be envious of the inane things the loot could afford us. In conjecture perhaps the herdsmen in the northern frontier view our comforts with a hint of jealousy or maybe quite the opposite they pity us for need of all this trinkets to be whole that is a roof over our heads while they get a galaxy of stars.
I read the verses in the beginning with apprehension since I understand to an extent the philosophy of the here and now but as a humanoid differentiated from other beasts I seek a buffer against the unknown, the tomorrow even though it may never come. With the knowledge of what has transpired that is to say yesterday, whether good or bad, what is yet to come seems to have a greater hold on us and even seeks a ransom.
Anyway before I founder and end up ‘ circulus probando‘ let’s finish with a devious quote.
Those who say money can’t buy happiness obviously don’t know where to shop“.

~Sir Alan Leo


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