A letter to my Kenyan brothers in the Diaspora


Are you a good Ambassador in Diaspora?

Dear Kenyan brother,

It is with great love that I write to you, trusting and believing you are fine. First, I thank God for the opportunity to talk to you using this piece of writing.

I don’t think we have met before, but I have seen you in one way or the other. Maybe in the street, at the market, metro, internet,  name them all. Every time I see you, I see my mother land, Kenya, in disguise. Do you know, that, you could be the only Kenyan someone will ever interact with in their life? What do I mean? I mean you alone, could be used to make a general remark regarding Kenya.

Our continent, our mama Africa, has already been painted black, but both you and I know that it is only one side of the story. Africa is great, with great countries, people and personalities. Kenya, is one of the countries, and, WE(YOU AND I) are the personalities.

So how are we representing  our country and continent? What conclusion will someone make about Kenya after watching us? Will there be some light in the dark side of the story, or will it even darken what they already have in mind about us? It hurts me to the core of my heart, to see a helpless drunk African by the street. It hurts me, to see any black  fellow fighting by the roadside, or just aimless about the city.  It breaks me, that a Kenyan/African will leave home to turn out to be  a nobody to be looked up. That we get so carried away by the pleasure  we find and forget about the aim of our being.

I ask myself;

  • what do we live for?
  • Why are we in the Diaspora?
  • Is there anyone back at home looking up to us? What are we giving them back in return? Will they be happy if they had an idea of what kind of life we are living abroad?
  • what do we have to show for our lives? What will we be remembered for when our time is out, and we have to go back home?
  • Are we good flag bearers and ambassadors of our nation? Will look back in the future and wish we had done something differently?  It is never too late.

As the people of the Diaspora,  we are the ambassadors of our continent. It doesn’t matter where we are, what we do. The bottom line is that we are Kenyan, and African for that matter. So whatever we do, good or bad, could be used to make a general conclusion regarding us.  So Why don’t we choose to be the best we can wherever we are and beautify the name of our country, change the image of Africa.? Wherever you are, let the world know who Kenyans  really are. I believe we are great, and that’s what we are. Let us not settle for less, at least not in the diaspora.  Don’t be the reason every  Kenyan will be painted a dark name, rather choose to be the reason every Kenyan will be praised and be highly valued.


All the worldly pleasures  we let ourselves into  will come to pass, and no one really cares about that. The question is, what will you have to show for the life you have lived? Will you have made a difference in anyone’s life? Will you be a grace or disgrace to your creator? family? your country? Your continent? And how about  yourself? Are you content with the life you are living? What are you doing about it?

Take your time, my dearest  Kenyan brother. Think about it. It is never too late to be the best we can be. And all of us, created in the image and likeness of God, have the ability to make this world a better place, we all have the potential for greatness. It is in us, untapped, but the decision is ours to make, whether to awaken the greatness and beauty in us, or to let it slowly die inside us. When all is said and done, only those who make the decision to change, make a difference. LET IT BE YOU,MY DEAREST BROTHER. Keep it real, keep it Kenyan.

By Liz Ekakoro/Diaspora Messenger Contributor

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