If there were another weekend for me to live in my part of the world, I should wish that the snow that coats my window pane were enough to numb my brain from the shock and horror and disgust at the alleged reports of police brutality. I read over the accounts of the executions and also caught on to the fact that it is very difficult to read John Githongo’s account of corruption in Kenya. So different are these two stories but they are so connected. Kenya is diseased, corruption is the differential diagnosis. I have to say, the tears and the anger have to give way to action. So do the numerous Facebook notes on the Kenya we dont want, and missives like this from writers who should be doing, and not just commenting – for the Kenya We Want!