Bʏ Mᴀsɪʟᴀ Kᴀɴʏɪɴɢɪ
December 4, 2025
Ezekiel 22:30 reminds us that God went looking for one person to stand in the gap. Just one! Fast-forward to Kenya, and you can almost hear Him sigh: “Really? Still no one?” In a country where 1% are billionaires, 10% are middle class, 75% live hand-to-mouth, and 14% don’t even own the hand, finding a righteous man is like finding affordable sugar.
Throw in tenderpreneurs billing billions for “air supply,” kickbacks that flow faster than the Nile, and our unofficial national slogan: “every man for himself and God for us all”. Even Ezekiel would have updated his LinkedIn: “Former Prophet, now stress consultant.”
Yet, just as we prepare our passports for hell (despite 80% of us being “Sunday saints”), a surprise blossoms. The floriculture sector, yes, those flower folks decide to be different.
While everyone else is busy plundering, they build schools, hospitals, police stations, and even rescue street kids. They’re taxed to death, squeezed by European markets, yet still leave behind roses instead of thorns. So, dear prophets, maybe, just maybe, Kenya still has a few standing in the gap armed not with manifestos, but with gumboots, greenhouses, and a stubborn sense of hope.
After all, Exodus 17:12 reminds us When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up, one on one side and one on the other, so that their hands remained steady till sunset.
Sometimes the real miracle is simply holding up someone else’s hand… till sunset.