Wednesday, August 28, 2013

HOODWINKED 2: SIASA vs DELIVERY



I am getting really tired of feeling like a hostage in a country that my fore fathers died liberating form those tea and scones eating yahoos. It is like every morning I wake up, our politicians have spent the night figuring out a new way to bleed my wallet further into nonexistence…it is like the government has employed an army of egg head nerds to find a way to stay ahead of everyone in the thugging curve.

First, it was this referendum nonsense; a well plotted civil coup cleverly cloaked in the sheep skin of trying to gift senate a larger say in the running of the country. That drum beat quickly changed when the not-so-ordinary mwananchi informed the ordinary mwananchi (ordinary in this case refers to understanding and not the size of the wallet) of the underlying consequences of the referendum. Even before the dust had settled, we find out that the reason the teacher’s strike ended was that the government had struck a deal with one arm of the teachers’ unions, KUPPET to steal money from the other arm’s KNUT members and line the pockets of the officials of KUPPET. As if that wasn’t sad and fucked up enough, this whole Sholei thing started…

So last night, I had a theory cooking in the dark, conspiracy theory-laden recesses of my brain, fueled by a recreational substance that the inhabitants of a certain island in the Caribbean swear by. I think all these occurrences are inexplicably linked. It is a well-orchestrated plot to take away the minds of Kenyans from the real issue…we are being fleeced of the clothes on our backs by a bunch of unscrupulous “leaders”.

Think about it for a second (if it is not too much strain on your noggin). Take your mind of fantasy premier league, Miley Cyrus twerking  and porn and actually look at it…

The bill by parliamentarians to declassify themselves as government officials is ancient news. That does not mean that the bill or plans to table and execute it are not ongoing, it just means that there are other things that carry a juicier gossip rating; like the fact that some hoe with great head game managed to hoodwink a couple of mentally damaged individuals into accepting polyandry.

All these occurrences also take our minds away from the fact that these same parliamentarians are busy constructing and constituting a committee for every little thing, even to decide what kind of tissue they should wipe their fat butt-cracks with. These committees mean sitting allowances, and other funny perks, which in turn translates to more money being siphoned out of my already bleak financial situation (I call it situation, because the words “fucked up mess” might not sit well with my priest). All this while, we are busy bickering and bitching in support of our tribal gods.

Clearly this delivery vs politics is a turtle race, and politics is the rabbit .The infinity of human stupidity coupled with the consistency of our greed will be the end of us all. That my peoples will be the end of us all

PS: I have to congratulate myself on the minimization of the rate at which I curse when writing. It was a combined effort from my therapist and my dealer. It seems to be working….for now.