By Evangelist Japheth Mwania Musya
I greet you my beloved flock and children of this sacred soil we call Kenya!
I come to acknowledge that when protests took place last year the intention was noble. The infiltration of disrupters has changed the whole equation rendering the protests nothing but a pitiable orgy of destruction.
I come bearing the heavy weight of Scripture and the piercing light of Truth. I plead with you to pause, breath and discern. Hidden within the shouts for “justice” and “liberation” slithers an ancient serpent – the enemy who wears the mask of a brother and one who sells destruction wrapped in the banner of righteousness. Remember well the words of our Lord: “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves” (Matthew 7:15). Today some of those wolves have sharpened their teeth.
Have we forgotten the tragic tale of Ahithophel? (2 Samuel 15-17). He was King David’s most trusted counsellor and a voice of wisdom at the king’s own table! Yet when ambition burned, Ahithophel became the architect of Absalom’s rebellion. He whispered honeyed lies, stoked the fires of discontent, and rallied sons against their father. His “righteous crusade” ended in blood-soaked fields, shattered families, and his own wretched suicide. Why? Because the enemy within knows where the foundations crack. He exploits legitimate pain for selfish ruin. Ask yourselves who stands beside you today, whispering rebellion? Whose ambitions feed on your frustration?
A group of protesters during the past protests. Photo. | HANDOUT
Recall Delilah (Judges 16). Samson, the mighty judge, anointed by God to deliver Israel was derailed and ultimately destroyed courtesy of Delilah’s devilry. His strength was undone not by Philistine armies, but by the intimate betrayal of one he loved. Delilah’s sweet words and feigned devotion were mere weapons of Samson’s destruction. She sold his secret for silver, rendering him helpless before his enemies. Beware the Delilahs who sell your passion, your sacrifice, and your very safety, to unseen paymasters. They crave the spectacle of your strength broken on the wheel of chaos. They profit while you bleed.
The Tower of Babel (Genesis 11) stands as God’s eternal rebuke to the pride of the mob. United not by holy purpose, but by arrogant ambition, they sought to “make a name for themselves.” Their unity was an illusion, built on sand. God scattered them, confused their tongues, and left their monument unfinished. Beware the false unity of the mob and beware leaders who exploit your noble yearning for change to build monuments to their vanity, funded by confusion and destined for divine judgment.
Today, June 25th 2025 planned commotion is not a game. It is a battleground for Kenya and our motherland’s future. The voices screaming loudest for “revolution” are too often the Ahithophels, the Delilahs, and the architects of Babel. They are not shepherds but butchers eyeing the flock. They do not seek your liberation; instead they seek your exploitation. They crave the gory images, the burning tyres, the shattered glass, not as proof of your oppression, but as trophies for their shadowy masters, as currency in their marketplace of outrage. When the stones fly and the teargas detonate, most of them will not be in the streets beside you. They will be in their safe havens reconciling their upkeep cash, crafting narratives; some of you face untold volcanoes. When the legal battles begin, they will vanish with the silver and slip away leaving Samson blind and bound.
I see the grandmother praying the rosary in her tiny shop, fearing it will be looted. I see the young mother clutching her child, terrified stiff. I see the struggling vendor whose livelihood burns.
I see the passionate youth, your noble fire being cynically stoked into an inferno that consumes you first. These are the ones Christ calls us to protect, not the wolves howling for war from their guarded enclaves.
Therefore, my beloved, I implore you to seek discernment, not drama and test every spirit (1 John 4:1). Who truly benefits from this fire? Whose pockets grow heavy? Whose handlers from yonder applaud? Reject the voice of Ahithophel and let not ambition disguised as advocacy turn son against brother, Kenyan against Kenyan. Legitimate grievance deserves a process devoid of Godly touch, not the anarchy that devours its own.
Guard your hearts against Delilah’s kiss and do not sell your peace, safety, and future for the empty promises of dubious saviours. While silver tarnishes, your blood is precious. Let us build a kingdom in Kenya guided by the outlook that maintains that true change rises through unity in truth, justice, and the hard work of rebuilding but not street theatre of destruction, ruin and division.
Stay home today and pray. Let the wolves howl alone in empty streets. Denounce the violence before it starts. Shield the vulnerable and shun the path of chaos.
The Lord is our shepherd, we shall not want in green pastures or beside still waters (Psalm 23). But we must choose the pasture, not the precipice. Choose life. Choose peace. Choose Kenya.
Amen.
Musya is a Kitui-based preacher and life coach.
