Spare us the Crap!! 

So I joined school at around four years old, before I could tell what the little dark things on papers were. I didn’t know myself! I hated change, abhorred it  infact, so much that I would writh in pain when dropped off at school in the morning. I soon learnt that it’s inevitable, and grew into the school system. I soon learnt that those black things were letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, stories and realized the faster I learnt them, the better I was! 

Competition was introduced into the scope; that how much I absorbed more than my friend in class determined my position in class. Where winner was gifted prizes, trophy, cash & expensive indulgences. I learnt the game, and perfected it, my winning or losing didn’t hinder me from playing with the rest, it didn’t mean I sat out on the hide and seek games, nor the tap-me games. Ones I lost I simply worked harder to beat competition, sadly though I almost never made it to number one in class but I was somewhere! 

Now we in this political game where the winner is glad they won, took home the crown, the second in position decides that they should have won and refuses to concede defeat! Simply put we have a situation where we are handling a side that had declared that they would never accept anything short of a victory, whether they work for it or not, the NASA side has let us all down! A band of great leaders trying to force their way into power! 

Our constitution is very clear, the President elect has to get 50% of votes in a number of counties, and above all has to have the highest number of votes. What that means, dear Kenyans is that whether the winner gunners a million votes more, a thousand, a hundred or even one more vote he wins! No questions asked, common sense further dictates that the number two in this case should accept defeat and rally his/her supporters to go back and proceed with building country. 

If ever there’s a dispute in the voter counting a responsible leader should in the same spirit of patriotism push the relevant systems to address the shortcomings observed, clear the ambiguity and proceed in nation building, and if the opposition then they should push the government to account for the betterment of the nation. Incase anything comes up and the electoral body can’t solve, the courts are there to sort it out, and lucky for Kenya there is a whole battery of international observers who would observe the whole process and push  for justice. 

Holding the country Ransom is irresponsible, unpatriotic and at best criminal! Playing the masses that support you to cause havoc is tantamount to a coup d’état ! Given the level of illiteracy in our nation, our leaders know very well the power they hold over their supporters. They should be quick to address their supporters giving them a direction, not going mum leaving their patriotic supporters in limbo, assuming what their leaders, their eyes, their heads are cooking, thinking, grieving, planning. A vacuum is left, and nature abhors vacuums always quick to fill them. This vacuum is quickly filled and more often than not it is filled by violence! 

In our case fellows walk out of their homes in the middle of the night to mourn their loss. In a poverty stricken, tribalism-ridden country, the norm is whenever there is an excuse for lawlessness the majority of have-nots would rob from the fewer haves. Closing your eyes to sucha dynamic shows how blind we are or shows how underhanded we can be. Of course a group of guys thinking they are disenfranchised, whether true or not, walking in yhe night would engage in property destruction! Not all but few elements, the police men, our fellow countrymen, would engage appropriately according to training and orders! Of course runming battles have casualties, most often innocent bystanders. And now we would have something to really cry about! Notice the ripple effect? 

Mass Action? NO!! 

I do not support any call for mass protests, by NASA, because it will not achieve much in such a divided country, where half of the population will be celebrating the killing of the other half. As we speak, there are families planning for funerals for those killed by the police, including children, and above them is the cloud of celebration from the other half. Hundreds are in hospital beds now, a good number, nursing gun-related injuries. You know it is the same cycle of state-sponsored terror since the 1960s. 

Our bodies are soft and weak, and we do not have guns and we cannot battle the state, but we are intelligent and our minds are strong. Let us not increase our suffering now. Let us be like the farmer who does not throw away the little harvest in a drought season, but dutifully harvests every corn, even the smallest ones, for the granary, knowing that the small harvest can as well be seeds for the next season, and when the rains come, they, like others, will wake up and go till the land. We will till the earth when the time is right. Remember retreat can also be a form of offense, the most important thing is to keep enough powder to make your comeback. Retreats are not always defeats, they can be a deliberate tactic to gain more defensible ground and consolidate forces for the final ambush. Retreats have changed the destiny of entire nations. Do not go to the streets now to protest. It will only increase our suffering.

 To NASA supporters, especially the Luo peoples, this is the time to retreat, pull back from the state, and restrategize about what kind of collective identity and struggle is worth participating in for yourself, your region, or your country. I advocate for a new era of communal reflection and healing, coming together and building future visions and possibilities, for ourselves and for others.
Credits to Richard Oduor Oduku (fb) 

Free Fair Elections…?? What does that mean? 

For so many if us, elections are that five year occasion that seems to precipitate some kind of violence, hatred and injustice, we tend to think that this period we are allowed to go lawless and fall victim to our dark desires with no follow up!! I notice, with increasing pain and wonder how much Kenyans are ignorant of the electoral process. Why them should we be surprised if our candidate doesn’t win and calls for protests? 

How can we know a legitimate tally, result? 

To start off there are names we need to define There is a Polling station, Polling Center, Contituency Returning Officer, County Tallying Center & National Tallying center. 

Polling Station – this is the room, partition in a hall, section in an open field where you lined up, got searched (fingerprint or ID incase ptints were off), given the ballot papers and led to a booth! This basic unit is the most important, led by a Presiding Officer (P.O) under the observation of party agents(important!) each Party had allocated agents to each and every Polling station, all the over 40,833 of them all. So the PO & Agents agree on the votes and before proceeding the PO takes the A-series documents(34A,35A,36A,37A,38A,39A) takes a pic with the KIEMS kit and transmits. Noteworthy is that the A-series documents above come in 6 carbon papers, the PO sticks one on the box, sticks one on the door of his station, the rest he gives to the Agents to use. Got it! In addition, PO sent via text updates to CRO every three hours across the day. 

Constituency Returning Officer – this is the final say in each and every constituency (295 of them). His or her duty is to collect the results from the several POs in his contituency tabulates them forming the B-Series forms (34B). S/he then announce the results at that level, final for MP, MCA. The Electoral laws in effect place the results at this level FINAL! That means whatever he announces is Final, irrespective of what Chebukati says! 
County Tallying Center – this is where they would pick the results from the different Constituency Returning Officers (CRO) and tabulate them altogether! Form C-Series (eg. 34C) document. They then announce winners for Governorship, Senatorial seats, Women Reps. They should then transmit the results to the National Tallying Center. 

National Tallying Center – this is the famous Bomas of Kenya! Where Chebukati, Chiloba(or Chilobae) are couoed up. They receive the documents from the various IEBC agents,they compare them with the agents from the parties, these are the Chief agents who are getting information from the many of their agents on the ground. They compare, any disparity is sorted, difference are solved. The IEBC chair announces final results for the Presidency. 
So dear Kenyans, got the process? See the failsafes? 

There comes a time… 

‘There comes a time, when the nation is more important than the individuals running it’ is a statement we are all too familiar with. Like all upstanding, noble statements uttered in the public rallies and press conferences, they are an amoral tool that can be used for positive outcome or negative abd in our case the negative connotation takes the day almost all the time! From the days of our independence where the political ball was shot on the merits of who was a collaborator and who fought against the colonialists as a basis of who had the right to rule, speak in public and have enough of a moral authority to address a nation! Now we face a new challenge where past scores have since been left to historians to decipher and the enemy today is craftier, playing in the background, moving chess pieces like a master, with no shred of humanity to speak of. In par unlike the olden days we have received the white man’s enlightenment, we have partaken of the juice of knowledge and deciphering the unseen! And we can see clearer than many what is happening. 

Silence has been held for too long that the servants have since taken up board in the master bedroom, forcing the deserving owners to seek solace in the wraps of their couches and floor, stiffening the early morning chills! We have been reduced to poppers by those who we have specifically set up to protect our interests, and now they are too comfortable in their positions of power that they dare take a life of a fellow Patriot? And we seat and watch? 

Dear Kenyan Patriots, there comes a time when a people says enough is enough! Enough to the tribal manufactured warfare and tension! 

Enough to reckless politicians talking utter rubbish and trash at the same electorate they arevto represent and work for! 

Enough to regimes and organizations that only serve a few of their friends while the rest of us are left poppers, begging and fighting fellow Kenyan in the guise of political supremacy! 

There comes a time fellow Kenyans when the nation arises and discovers its true destiny! Its true purpose! Its true state of affairs! 

There comes a time when the fellow country man realizes that they hold the power in their hands! Power to install and uninstall even the President of the Nation! A time when the eyes are wide open to the true realities of the land, just as our freedom fighting forefathers foresaw. 

This is a call to all Kenyans to not be taken for fools! Not to be manipulated as children! We are of age! Let’s open our eyes and judge and judge rightly, afterall ‘A TREE IS KNOWN BY ITS OWN FRUITS’ it shouldn’t be hard! If you see a leader’s score card, you see them! No two ways about it, there’s no excuse! If they have developed their area, they are good, if they have no development to show in their area then they are bad! Enemies of country! We shouldn’t care abkut their decisive politics, lies & rumors! We proceed with facts.

Who are we awaiting for? The Europeans to come anf chaperon us from slaying each other? For Sudan to form peace delegations to our warring  nation? Or are we waiting for the day millions of Kenyans would run to Tanzania, Uganda & Ethiopia to seek refuge in refugee camps located in remotest areas of their nation? I am shying away from bluntly saying 


but being the calm reasonable fellow I am I won’t! 

How I wish we would all realize that this is our heritage! Nation! Pride! And we control it! 


The Maize Games and Hidden Battles 

When I was young I had hopes, dreams unshaken and unfazed by their magnitude and complexity. I had taken a sip, a gulp out of the cup of hope, a cup that was generously provided, unreservedly sprinkled onto our hungry, thirsty souls. I had been quick at it, and thorough too; I was drunk. And so I dreamt and planned out heaven and how to conquer :in m mind I waz certain poverty was in the mind of the poor born out of an intrinsic trait of laziness from the same crowd.

Afterall when you plant, you will, must, reap, bigger moreover. The belief held through upto after I complete my studies and the full reality of our economic circumstances comes settling down.

A flip into history reveals a disturbing trait where the winners standing high and tall are as a result of mutiny and genocide. That those who we call leaders got there via illegal means, not the kind that you can brush over but the kind you wouldn’t want to reconsider for even a second opinion due to their severity.

There’s a fundamentally disturbing thought that creeps into ones head when there isn’t any success story free of crime, a clean business, one that is built from morals, goodwill and hardwork. The problem with such a nation is simply that people always know, the information gets by. You’d be surprised how many people know the secrets of a certain politician from corner to corner of our nation without even being in the same county. And un a nation as urbanized as ours, one that is in love with forwards, how much more.

Human nature dictates that when you see a car heading your way @100 kph you jump off, brace yourself and/or cover your head. I am concerned at the number of Kenyans who have witnessed good men, die off, fizzle away, tortured and what that means to the generations to come, specifically the X generation, XY & millennials. If the inly proven way to make a billion in our nation is to commandeer the supply chain for maize in our nation, or to simply sell a whole government Embassy abroad, then what would stop like minded people from doing the same thing?

A country with NCPB silos dotting across the nation filled with grain from as early as 2003, we go hungry, starve to death and none is the wiser. Our biggest aim seems to be who controls State House, blind to the basic services like a shop smack in the middle of town paying four thousand shillings more on a certain year but still expected to persevere the sewerage that the county council has assumed doesn’t exist. All this happens in broad daylight and we should overlook the fact that dollar millionaires keep popping up in the most crucial of positions in our government and we should assume this is all mystery ;that the money has just fallen onto their laps?
Really Kenya?

And now a bigger villain has been exposed, a dollar billionaire, shipping maize all the way from Mexico for local consumption yet we have reserves that would last us a decade, and of course in our old fashion, we don’t know what has happened. We are an innocent, ignorant & toothless mass that doesn’t know their rights or basics of trading. Someone just dared the public to act and is awaiting a response

Maize Shortage as millions of maize bags rot! 

The media need to be honest with Kenyans and tell them why we are facing a food crisis. There is no greater tragedy than those entrusted with empowering the masses hoarding information that points to government incompetence and dereliction of duty in feeding its people.
For starters, Kenya has a government body called the National Cereals & Produce Board (NCPB). Anytime you hear there is a reshuffle in government parastatals, kindly go straight to the appointee of the NCPB docket, because this is, arguably, the greatest cash cow of all the government entities around.
And for obvious reasons.
According to FAO – the United Nations agency responsible for defeating hunger – the average person in Kenya consumes 2,155 kilocalories of food per day. Of this, 1183 kilocalories (55%) are in the form of the main staples of maize, wheat, beans, potatoes, and rice. Of those 5 main sources of energy, maize is the main staple food in Kenya, accounting for 65% of total staple food caloric intake. Simply put, 7 in 10 Kenyans survive on maize meal as their main source of energy. The average Kenyan consumes 88 kgs of maize products per year; approximately one full sack.
And this is where the NCPB comes in.
Nairobi commuters navigating the Jogoo Road-Embakasi route will never fail to spot those giant cemented drums sitting between Outering Road and Likoni Road. Those drums, right there in Doonholm, are the The Nairobi Grain Silos, and the headquarters of the NCPB Nairobi/Eastern Region.  The intimidating structure, which can bee seen by a sitting toddler from as far as Baba Dogo in Ruaraka, is designed to store 880,000 90kg bags of grain. It will take 1 million Kenyans, feeding on the maize inside that depot daily, one year to empty the contents in there. 
And they are not alone. 
Other than the Doonholm silo, there are ninety six (96) other NCPB depots spread all over the country. From Turbo to Kibwezi, Voi to Sagana, the NCPB silo network is so elaborate you could argue it is the only evenly distributed national resource in this country.  There is no way Kenya can be facing hunger with all the NCPB silos in this country operating optimally.
But we are, and here is the reason why.
If you listened to the Finance Minister Budget Speech last month, you must have heard of a term he called ‘The Strategic Grain Reserves’, or SGR. Paragraph 89, of the 2017 Budget Speech, reads, and I quote;
“Mr. Speaker, to enable the country maintain adequate food reserves and ensure productivity of our lands, I have allocated Ksh 1.3 billion for the strategic grain reserves; and Ksh 0.1 billion for mechanization of agriculture. To diversify our agriculture, I have allocated Ksh 0.1 billion for the revival of the pyrethrum sector, and for the Miraa farmers, I have set  aside Ksh 1 billion. To enhance service delivery in the lands subsector, I have set aside Ksh 1.6 billion for Issuance of Title Deeds; and Ksh 0.9 billion for Digitization of Land Registries.”
The SGR, commonly referred to as as emergency food reserves or food security reserves, is a government measure to cushion Kenyans from the adverse effects of hunger. What this means is that to ensure Kenyans do not starve to death, every year, the government allocates money to NCPB to buy cereals that they will store, on the government’s behalf, and which can only be used in times of a food crisis. 
The NCPB, therefore, procures, stores and maintains an SGR stockpile of up to four million bags (to be upgraded to 8 million bags) on behalf of the government to be used for food security. Upon instructions from the government, the NCPB is required to turn over the SGR stock through releases to commercial outlets and/or to social functions.
It’s all good on paper. 
With that level of preparedness, anyone landing from the moon would choose Kenya, all day long, as the most food secure nation to live in under the sun. But we aren’t. Where is the SGR stock that the NCPB should be releasing to commercial millers at this time of a food crisis, you ask?
Your answer, which the media would rather gloss over, lies with Newton Keter – the NCPB Managing Director.
In June 2016, Parliament’s Public Investment Committee summoned the National Cereals and Produce Board Managing Director, Newton Keter, to explain to Kenyans why the price of maize flour was threatening to blow the roof off. He came at the speed of light, with evidence the size of my grandmother’s granary. And if the committee expected him to run around the bush with his response, then they were in for a rude shock. 
The NCPB Managing Dorector told them, in no uncertain terms, that the SGR Trustees, among them principal secretaries in the ministries of Agriculture, Treasury, Interior and Special Programmes, had delayed to order sales of the SGR maize from their silos, and that some of the maize had stayed there for over eight (8) years, leading to contamination.
It is the shortest ever submission, and by far the clearest, by a government official since 2013. The message was clear; that the artificial shortage of quality maize for millers, which had led to a spike in the cost of maize flour, was occasioned by government policy makers sitting in air-conditioned offices rubbing their convex bellies without a care in the world. The SGR trustees, mandated to sign off the dispatch of maize to millers to cushion us from starvation, were busy swiveling in their chairs watching the clock tick away while the dispatch letters were lying in-front of them waiting for just a sign.

And for obvious reasons.
The maximum recommended period for NCPB to store maize, without compromising on quality, is two (2) years. Beyond that, the quality of the grain begins to deteriorate, leading to contamination which renders the maize unfit for human consumption. At the time of that grilling by the PIC, Mr. Keter revealed to the country that they had 400,000 bags of maize in their stores which had already been discoloured, with another ‘substantial amount’ already infested by weevils and other vermin. In short, the Strategic Grain Reserves in this country, at this time last year, needed a complete overhaul. No one would buy the low quality grain even if it were to be traded in the black market, for a penny.
That, up there, is what is wrong with this country. 
Nothing happens by chance in this country. Everything happening in this country is meticulously planned to the last full-stop  There is a reason someone high up the government food chain wanted Kenya to experience maize shortage.
And here is why.
Maize grain prices in Kenya, according to a 2009 study, are among the highest in the Eastern and Southern Africa region. Comparing price levels in the major urban markets of Kenya, Zambia, Tanzania, Uganda, Malawi, Mozambique and South Africa, only Malawi has mean maize prices exceeded those in Kenya. What that means is that one can comfortably sanction government policy to import cheap maize in the country, sell it to millers for a tidy sum, and pocket the remainder without breaking a sweat in the farms like those in the Rift Valley do. It is not surprising, given that Kenyans long abandoned the virtue of hard work and adapted their noses to sniff at opportunities that guarantee quick money.
And it came to pass. 
Let’s hear from Henry Rotich’s Budget Statement last month;
“Mr. Speaker, considering the hardship and the suffering associated with the recently declared national disaster as a result of the widespread drought in the country, white maize will be imported on a tax free basis for a period of four months. In addition, in order to support our Muslim brothers, the importation of dates during the period of Ramadhan will be done free of taxes.” 
That statement can be found on paragraph 165 of the Budget Speech read in parliament last month. You may interpret that statement the way it pleases you but at the time that speech was being read, it was reported that a duty free maize consignment from COMESA was already in the high seas waiting to dock at the Port of Mombasa immediately the Finance Cabinet Secretary was done with his pitch..
It is not the first time government had deliberately strangled a public service outfit to give room for private entities to reap from the suffering of Kenyans. 
It the reason farmers in the Rift Valley protested at that move, because it meant that zero-rated imported maize was going to lower the prices of their main source of livelihood making them incur loses from the production of their grain. Private brokers with links high up the government food chain were handsomely rewarded while hardworking farmers down there breaking their backs to earn a living off commercial maize were told to accept and move on.
As Winston Churchill famously remarked; “An appeaser is the one who feeds the crocodile hoping it will eat him last.”

Freedom is coming, tomorrow.

Gabriel Ogada

Party Nominations Impacts

The Party Nominations are here and here to stay, at a time where Kenya faces a revolution of sorts; where jabs & holes are punched into leaders’ legacies and stands. Everything is up for gtabs, from personal family, prior private business, stands and even better one’s careless, senseless sentiments.

This might be weird (My seemingly joyous & pride at the chaos of Party Nominations) but given the historic backdrop this has come on, I would smile and smile some more. For too long, who we elect has been the result of vlosed door meetings of the who’s who in the political, economic arenas, such a meeting would decide who stamds, who sits and who challenges who. In one side you’d here the Kikuyu dynasty stands together to select their proxy into whatever office that affects their business (kickbacks & all). On the other, you’d here rumours of a powerful Indian backing on a certain leader, and on and on.

Slowly and slowly the common mwananchi, the famed ‘Wanjiku’ realized that their hands were tied in bureaucratic bigotry, demeaned by the political elite & forgotten by their communal leaders. For decades the term ‘My people have sent me to…..’ had lost its credibility to the unscrupulous activities of leaders who would toil tooth and nail to build a public image propelling him to the notorious position. No way nor measure had existed to gauge ones fame among the electorate. Whenever the electorate thought to raise its head to grab the influence that was robbed off them, you’dl here the savage tales of fingers & heads chopped indiscriminately, individuals speaking against the powers that be disappearing. The electorate was crushed, on their knees begging for mercy, face down a boot was tightly on their necks. A powerful, faceless & heavy boot ever vigilant at any whimpering ready to utilize the whip.

These Nominations are a perfect depiction of suvh a boot disappearing off existence. I smile when an individual from a rural area airs his/her sentiments on the elections echoing with those of us we consider elite, smart & forward in thought, resources and actions.

“…….we cannot accept to start voting, at a polling station where the materials arrived without armed police security!! ”

Song to my ears, another quips,
” No fair election, no Election!! ”
Proceeding to destroy the dubious ballot boxes there and then demanding a free and fair election process.

A challenge has been leveled to the political elite, to the electoral bodies charged with this process. The electorate has made it known, in no uncertain terms, inscribed it on the walls, declared it across the nation, unanimously, together as one!


Beauty has a face! Kenya…. 

Kenya is beautiful: beautiful people, beautiful land and most of all we pride in our very beautiful cultures. Not the kind of love that we get trending on hashtags on social media networks, or the one we are too used to when taking selfies in front of our posh cars, don’t get me wrong selfies are just too awsome, but that’s not what we are aiming at here. This kind of beautiful beats the celebrity status gunnered by jeans too ripped to recognize 100 nil, or the occasional Bentley Continental Phantom that rides our streets in custom plates tinted all over.

This isn’t about opulence, never about price nor decorative beauty, but the raw kind of beauty, the one that you gaze at too much, you lose yourself, forget everything you know and for a moment you are a student absorbing the mysteries of the world. The one that shakes you to your roots, challenges all your beliefs and rips at your values and stands.

Probably that’s what the Chinese & Arab traders discovered, ions ago, when they set sail on our shores lasting for a life time, leaving country & family behind,probably what our colonial masters envied of us. May be the reason why Africa still enjoys the kind of tourists we have, the kind who come to stare, paying top dollar to watch nature unfold, to watch the untainted wild roar freely.

It is hard to speak of Kenya’s beauty without talking of Africa’s, seeing as we share the same slice of cake, the bitter & sweet together. We share borders so porous to our indigenous communities that deciding on the true owners of a piece of rock suspended on a lake proofs too tricky to solve. Wasn’t the great and mighty rain forest ones a stretch from Kenya all the way through Western Africa, didn’t the Cushites traverse across our North Eastern region across Somalia, Ethiopia, Djibouti unabated? Don’t the Maasai cross the Tanzania – Kenya border unawares of the bureaucratic governments manning such. See the connections? I ones saw a Congolese who could play my brother so well my mother would second guess her births. Tricky stuff folks.

The beauty within us is so simple that one not so detailed wouldn’t notice, the simple ease with which a stranger would knock on your door to ask for a glass of water (sorry Nairobians this might be unheard from whence you hail) Crazier still is when one welcomes the stranger indoors, playing the faithful host. The level of trust and brotherhood is just mind-blowing. The fact that a woman would pick a crying infant by the road side, comfort him/her, talk to them and get them to their home after much enquiry all besides their busy day. ALAS!! Kindness has a face and it is AFRICA!! Tales have it that missionaries and adventurous criss crossing our nation before colonization would get welcomed to villages and communities, fed, housed & entertained, why then would we be surprised when our Government opens its borders to our warring neighbors.

Our people are always eager to learn and grow; my old mother keeps insisting that she will get a smartphone soon despite her not being able optimally use her small keypad phone, impressive as always! Or the old lady outside our flat who insists on attempting high fashion;clothes, heels & makeup, despite her superior age. The simple lady who toils day & night to avail chapati, mandazi & late night teas to drunks & insomniac students all in abid to buy herself a Prado, or one of those huge Toyota VX’s politicians show off. This might seem far-fetched but very real, suddenly ‘Audacity of Hope’ has a face, and it’s…….

From the sprawling arid lands up north we find the plain Nilotes who prefer to donne shukas & tiled shoes with a jerrican of water on their backs all day as opposed to the lavish lifestyle we all aspire to, irregardless of the fortunes they tuck under their sheds on a regular, to the streets of Nairobi where we find the youths who wake up from high-priced bedsitters; cashless and jobless but find a way to bring home two thousand shillings without fail to their similarly young girlfriends & baby-mamas. Living peacefully day by day, riding the wave that is an ever changing national economical demographic.

Kenyan Election Disaster 

So the election year is here, three months into it we have seen education documents forged, scandals up & down used as political misiles, leaders preparing their strong holds, PEV memories stired, accusations after accusations and much more. What is surprisingly lacking in this race is the people of Kenya and their interests as a whole.

One of the founding fathers to the greatest nation on earth today, USA, President Abraham Lincoln ones mentioned that a house divided against itself cannot stand! This can easily be ruled out as one of those over the top and steadfast values that made him the great leader he was, statements that centuries later are enough to bring one to a stand still of thought. One would think the world learnt from such nations, centuries old, nations learnt more specifically the youngest continent. Because Kenya clearly hasn’t!

I fondly remember when we were young, a bunch of young boys playing all day unawares of the world. We were all friends, would have died for each other, but whenever two or more of us disagreed on a matter and both sides had equal points to challenge, a line was drawn on the ground!! Each party would agree that the line was drawn and that crossing it would mean a battle of epic proportion. Teeth were knocked off, underdeveloped balls were kicked, ears were pulled, eyes pocked; sorry mum for lying that I fell down a tree those many times. The battle was in full view of our comrades, friends who would cheer, jeer and moderate the war to acceptable levels. These guys would decide who had won, when the battle would be over and would take upon themselves to reunite the warring factions! YES! Believe it or not! We had to shake hands after the rampage in the sand! Simple rules applied and we solved our issues the next day, Brian would be seated in our living room enjoying a glass of juice and all is good untill we battle.

This simple rules of engagement is what we lack in our leaders! We do know the warring factions, we do know the price, we are also acutely aware of the history of the battles in the past! We have thousands of leaders who would go out and laugh publicly, welcome each other to their homes and play all nice ;but just as they played nice they have never learnt to fight nice. Apparently this is how we do it in Africa, a depressing story of a Zimbabwean former colonialist to a former freedom fighter comes to mind
“it’s the black curse, we will always win”

In Africa whenever elections are up, we forget all about our goals, we forget all about our struggles as a people, we forget about pur freedom and price paid to gain it, we forget the thieves and enemies of state, we forget the victims & the vulnerable in society. All bets are off!
Suddenly the road that has taken decades to complete is underway and at the other side is a politician poised to make that the center of his political campaign.

Suddenly the governor we had wasn’t even qualified to be an MP, and we start scratching our heads on how that would make any kind of sense.

Sides are suddenly formed based on what we believe the allegations and those who don’t believe accept them, funny listening to two drunk men in my local argue about the merit of the pictures of certificate rolling through our social media platforms. Being a photoshop mini expert, I steer clear and laugh internally, and when I can’t hold it inside, bathroom break!

Politics has seized to be discussions and battles of how to change and impact the nation positively, it’s now solely based on a couple of individuals. Manifestos printed just for show, the Kenyan has been forgotten, the black in our flag overlooked, the white trampled on to a darker Earth brown, the green now symbolizes the riches awaiting the would be winners, money buys money after all. Everyone has bloodshot eyes!

On one side we have “UTHAMAKI” on the other we have “VICTIMS”, one side we have Raila the other we have Uhuru!
The day we would have ideology against ideology I will know we have grown, the day these factions would realize there’s a line that’s only crossed during election period, and when crossed there are rules set in stone enforced by the masses! That after the bout no matter how much dirt was fed into ur nose or eyes, you had to shake hands and make peace and serve ur opponent juice! In your own house! That’s when the country will have its autonomy to grow and prosper, when the prosperity of the nation will not be pegged to who, or which tribe, which clan runs the country at the time.

Without differentiating the two, the leadership & the nation! We are always going to be fighting our own selves, a House Divided Against Itself, Can’t Stand!!

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The Tragedy of Women’s Day

Women’s Day
Once again the ladies have it, another international day to celebrate the female race, allow me today to punch holes into our norm. Ontop of the many regulations that have been setup time and again to try upgrade the position of women in society, a day is added! It’s been a long time coming for the ladies, from the old days of only being seen and not heard, days of working all day with no compensation or appreciation. After centuries of being treated like property, traded to the highest bidder and at times given as an appeasement it isn’t hard to allow as much opportunity to the ladies; in whatever form this takes we(lemme say I) would comply.

And from that, the women we live with, interact and work with get their basis for justification for alot of the women empowerment movements and calls. UN regulations, Government regulations, slowly trickling into businesses’ ways of doing business, preferring to take up lady employees to men equally qualified and suddenly many ladies walk along the streets of Nairobi shouting for the freedom to wear as short a dress as they would want. Suddenly we see a face to the movement that has been gaining traction all this while. The movement gets an ominous face.

My fight comes with the skimpy dressed urbanite girls, who know too much about their rights and not a clue about lack of them. Yes! Those ones who are too quick to flaunt their perfectly formed asses and thighs exposed by long tight dresses adorned by a slit to the hips, and walk around the streets ready to pounce on anyone who would even think of pointing out the indecency. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some good eye candy, but there is something like overkill, even in these matters!

I am talking of the urbanite girls the ones who have been living in a cocoon specifically designed to protect girls from societal oppression and ensure their growth. The girls who grew up and found their battles fought and won, by the iron ladies of before. These girls who after realizing the chance to enjoy the toil of their predecessors would stand tall on the dais of equality and proclaim that they need more inclusion: more seats in parliament, more appreciation from their men, more intakes into schools, more liberty in work hours, more understanding in indecent dressing, more audience despite their quality of speech etc.

The whole purpose of gender equality movements is to build up where the society tramples on, the vision of it is not to cause a supremacy battle of the sexes but to build up one to at least reach the other. It simply means interventions like: lowered entry grades into schools on all levels, government subsidies on issues bringing down said gender and such. This is to enable girls from poor backgrounds, the ones prone to sale as brides to older men get access to an education and would be sponsored throughout the system. This wasn’t made for the benefit of the selfie-taking girls who decide studying hard is too beneath them and now would want their positions in schools assured because they are…… ! Shame! And leave out the boy-child heaving sand & stones all day to make his fees?
Movements to fight for girls’ fashion choices, where we go up & about upholding #MyDressMyChoice. This was used to lift the societal restriction of girls especially when it comes to clothing and was never made for those of our ladies willing to walk half naked in town to no one’s surprise. This was meant for girls forced to numb their sexuality! So I am continually baffled by the fortunate women who use this as an excuse to dress indecently in their comfortable urban jungles and spit back ‘MyDressMyChoice’ when pointed out.

Those ladies taking these movements and their benefits for granted and going as far as using them to push selfish agendas are destroying the spirit with which these were launched. Continually denuding the dignity and integrity of women in their foremost day to shine.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a lover, not a hater. I love my mother, sisters and have a myriad of lady friends(platonic friends ) I am all for development across the board and since women have received the shorter side of the stick I don’t mind the ones-in-a-while special consideration they receive. In my lifetime though I have questioned some of this special considerations awarded to certain individuals due to their gender. I am holding myself back from outrightly saying that is ‘Gender discrimination’ in itself, beacause apparently it omly is if a ladg is kn the receiving end. If you don’t think so you clearly have never been denied access to an institution of learning, a scholarship program or even a group just because the spaces have been held for ‘deserving ladies’

At the back of my mind, I hear certain women leaders shouting at me for writing the unthinkable. To them hold your horses for a while. All the women empowerment projects and talk to benefit them are to target the real needy women. Ladies in rural areas, those who live in abject poverty, those who are still under oppressive sovietal structures, those who go through FGM amd still forced into marriage in their mid teens, those who are pulled out of school to work on their farm because they are lesser beings who don’t deserve a descent education.

This is meant for needy ladies in remote areas like Dolodol, Wajir, Mandera, Hindi, Lamu, remote areas in Western Kenya, Eastern region. Areas still embracing oppressive traditions. These benefits are not for the pampered ladies in Nairobi enjoying their huge phones and selfie sticks, those who compete and succeed just as their male counterparts, probably better as they enjoy privileges due to their gender.

I would never complete this before mentioning the most disastrous part of women empowerment. The Gender Rule in our Parliament! Why would we as a people be forced to elect a woman just because we have to strike a certain balance?
Don’t we know good leaders?
Can’t we select wisely and freely?
Is this democracy a ruse?
A way to control our thoughtless selves to a certain direction. Are we so deluded with our differences that we have to force ourselves compromise on quality leadership for the sake of Gender Rule. If anyone would envision to be a leader, then they should fight it out on every level,not receive a boost on certain levels.

If this is permitted forever the girl child will be considered weak and will be handled as such and for the life of me I would never let my daughter expect to be treated as a weakling. Gender equity means I stand as equal as my fellow sister. This nation needs a serious change in perception. And probably the definition of Equality & Equity.

Concerned male Citizen.