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DEAR KARMA: I have a list of people you Missed!

I have watched with sorrow and amusement how men and women with "privileged positions" in the society, rejoice, merry and disrespect those whom they perceive as unprivileged.

With a deep heart, I have painfully read the braggadocio hatred on Instagram posts, tweets, and Facebook Posts. The attitude of "It's our time to eat", "Kwani Mtado?", "Catch me if you can" is well illustrated on the posts.

Celebrations, Joy, and Merry when evil and injustices are meted on the supposed sons and daughters of "the Negroes" is much appalling, reminds me of John and Dan.

Once upon a time, there were two gentlemen John and Dan, "Both John and Dan grew up together in the same neighborhood, played together and were best of friends. Dan was from a well-off family, whereas John's family was of peasant farmers who could barely afford a meal.

Several years later, life happens and Dan is now a big man in the city and John still hustling to make ends meet. One evening, Dan is driving his big car and happens to meet John at a petrol station where he had gone to shelter from the heavy rains that were pounding so hard.

Dan: How come you so rugged?

John: I don't know, but how come life is fair to you?

Dan: Hard work, nothing but hard work, aren't you supposed to be working hard?

John: I work hard but still rugged you say... 

Dan: Yeah rugged you are ... maybe you aren't working smart ... (Dan jumps into the car driving off)

Dan drives off as John boards a Matatu home

Several years later, Dan and his family are in a shopping mall, a man walks in, sharply dressed, holding a kid with a heavy security around him and his entourage. As they approach, all eyes are at the mall entrance; Dan pulls one of the mall attendants and asks, who is that man? "That's John, he is the owner of this mall and own several other businesses, he is a very senior government official," says the mall attendant

Dan finishes his shopping and they walk to his car, unfortunately, his car is blocked and he has to wait for the owner of the blocking vehicle before he can move. A few minutes later, the man with heavy security walks out of the mall and to his surprise, he walks directly to him as the rest of his entourage walked to a different direction ... the heavily guarded man was John, John his childhood friend.

John: How come you still driving the same car from our last meeting?

Dan: I don't know, but how come life is fair to you man, heavy security, high-end cars?

John:  Hard work, nothing nut hard work, aren't you supposed to be working hard?

Dan: I work hard but still drive the same car years later man, what is your secrete ...?

John: Clearly you still driving the same car...maybe you aren't working smart...(John jumps into the car he almost being driven off)

Dan: John, I am sorry this is my Karma; I got hands, legs, nose, and brains just like you do, you are educated just like I do, we are the same, just a little difference, you are hard working smart and privileged. 

John: (Steps out of his car, tags his family along with him and introduces them to Dan's family, he hands him his business card) Pay me a visit in my office; let us have a chat about working smart.

Dan is currently the Managing Director of John's Mall and other businesses, he has a new car; his family and that of John are best of Friends and their kids live in the same neighborhood, play together and they are also best of friends.

"I got hands, legs, nose, and brains just like you do, you are educated just like I do, we are the same, just a little difference, you are privileged just for now"

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