The politics of the land have started, just like a bad disease. Democracy has been a good thing, not to Kenya but but to he who invented it. When the Gold Coast (now known as Ghana) gained independence from Britain 6 March 1957, Kwame Nkrumah who transformed the country into a republic, with himself as president for life said that there is no independence when other African countries were not Independent. Then, Africa was speaking in one voice. Her desire to get herself out of the hands of the oppressor was great not to imagine.
It has been 53 years since Kenya got independence, but it has always gotten darker by the day. A few months ago we did not have maize to feed the nation, suddenly it was not there. The most very common food was not available on our tables and people were starving. At the same time our government was preparing to launch the Mombasa-Nairobi phase of the standard gauge railway project estimated to already have costed us cost KES327bn ($3.8bn) to be exact. While its citizens were hungry, going to bed with empty stomachs and waking up to empty promises.
Normally at this particular time of the election our country is always vulnerable, something I have never understood. Election in Kenya is like a pregnant woman, whom from the time she realizes there is a baby growing inside her, everything else now surrounds her and even to labour for 9 months with grace is just unthinkable luxury. The land of the queen, in this case Elizabeth II have been through a referendum and an election, and it was not a big deal. they walk in and walked out, just like when we visit the John. But for Kenya, NO NO we have to make the hell out of this day, and even when we prepare for it, it seems to be our last day on earth even when its not.
There has been cry that if, Kenya, and Africa as a whole does not introduce hygiene in their politics 50 years will mean nothing leave alone 100 years. Our country has been attacked by the disease of seeking to please our tribal appetite and even when it kills us, we do not care. Thats how we vote, that’s how we marry, that’s how we interact. The pastor gives a very powerful message on a Sunday morning on being patriotic and for us being christians we enjoy the christianity that makes us feel good but not making us good. Our hearts are dead to change, and thats why we keep moving fast to death while we are still alive.
During this period, those seeking to be elected spend their loot to campaign, to please the public. They fly their helicopters and land in the middle of the dwelling of the poor, disturbing their peace. And the poor respond to the visitor calling, with pride and joy I suppose, sometimes with cries and anguish……I ask myself why they keep on coming. They throw a few notes, people fight for them before they even land on the ground. Hail the thief, who is here today to return what he stole. We like in the very dark part of the world, but we have made it dark and it continues to be dark for some if not all of us, while a few have taken advantage of the darkness, we do not realize that we are in darkness.
The government who are seeking re-election have been in a hurry to launch the projects that will give them political mileage, especially at this hour of death. So the SGR was launched before the read connecting it was finished, and all shit was on the floor for everyone to see. A bridge collapsed two days after the president himself visited and launched it saying that it had costed the taxpayer KES1.2 billion. So there you go, screw the taxpayer. We see this things everyday, they sadden us, sometimes until you don’t want to watch news anymore, but when a thief is named, just because he comes from your community, he becomes your thief…….and to you he is a saint.
When the president visited Kirinyaga, he was flagged by two of his thieves, both women one accused of election rigging and the other embezzling public funds and both seeking to be elected for a particular seat. The president looking at the crowd said, “I will not tell you who to elect but the loser will get a state job”. So even the President of our republic looked at the two thieves and loved them equally and wanted the best for them,…….and the people cheered. It was named Kirinyaga berby. So little is known a day when Kenya woke up to realize the depth it has sunk to, yet we claim to be alive.
The opposition on the other hand is not made of angels, because we are still in Africa. They are made of other thieves having felt the cold for long, sat down and decided they have a plan, a great plan, to deliver the Kenyans to the promised land…..just like a package. Their campaigns have been funded either by money looted from the county or by individuals seeking to loot in the next government in tenders and contracts if at all they end up in the office. This is the disease that has crippled our country, and as the true sons and daughter of this nation, we have done nothing but to encourage it. So every election year, we see the same monkey in a different forest.
Since we have refused to learn, or to use our knowledge, lets just say in really easy and short way that we will perish, we have perished. The generation that will come after us will inherit a looted country, or will inherit nothing al all. And for us who still have pride in giving birth, will endure the pain for nothing, for the society will be dead by the time the baby makes the cry of their birth.