Yapping in a Letter to the Democrats About the U.S. Elections Outcome

Dear Democrats,

                                                    Letter from Kenya

We feel you. We know what it’s like to wake up after polls have closed, stare at your phone, or switch on the news on TV and not believe what you’re seeing. We know what it’s like to entrust your hard-fought campaign battle’s voting decision to the most ignorant adults walking the face of the earth. We know. We know what it’s like to campaign until the night before election day, to create a movement hungry for change, to gather the biggest crowds at campaign rallies. We know what it’s like to see results coming in and watching hours turn into days.

We know what it’s like to run against half-serious candidates who speak like they are half-baked on matters communication. Candidates with questionable characters, with pending cases, candidates with associates with questionable characters and pending cases. We know what it’s like to wonder how a normal human being with a family like yours, with shared aspirations as yours could vote for a candidate who is completely opposite from your preferred candidate.

We know what it’s like to wake up every day expecting a certain national figure to speak up on your behalf and to endorse your candidate. We know what it’s like to pray for the world of the other candidate to turn dark, for the Creator or nature to intervene. We know what it’s like to have an unknown future shattered right in front of your eyes.

We know what it’s like not to have anyone to come to your rescue. To watch the world looking at you silently and wonder who else was complicit to the outcomes that has just been announced. We know what it’s like to wait for results and wonder how did millions and millions of voters register, research, decide and take their time to cast their votes against their own interests.

But America, unlike you, we gave one man the sole responsibility of deciding and announcing the winner. Let us call him the chairman. The chairman took his sweet time, five days to be precise, to make a decision. The chairman decided to disappear and reappear during those five manual counting days. The chairman boldly hired a Venezuelan to oversee the servers used to store the voting data. Through it all, he could not explain 90% of his decision while he locked himself in his office.

America, we know what it’s like to be branded as violent when all we wanted was for our voice to be heard. When all we wanted was for our questions to be answered. We know what it’s like to desire a government that works for us and not for the one per-centers, a government that cares about our future and our children’s future. We know what it’s like to see that dream stolen from you and to live with it every single day until the next time.

America, now is a good time to understand that although we are from different parts of the world, although we are from different cultures and some of you are convinced that we are the children of a lesser god, but we are all cut from the same cloth. We are more the same than we are different. You see, in Africa, we have a saying that goes: every market has its own mad man. Just like your communities, our communities are full of people who don’t care about what everyone else cares about. Just like you, we have people who are narrow-minded and short-sighted, violent and hateful, undecided and confused. Yes. We are all on the same boat.