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.
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