Monday, January 27, 2014

MISSION TRANSITION


THIS IS OUR TIME: LIVING UPON THE FULFILLED PROPHESY
Transitional Song: Going, going...gone! Raila, Ruto and Uhuru
“I’ve been to the mountain-top…and I have seen the Promised Land. I may not take you there, but I can confirm that I have seen the Promised Land.” And we have seen the generation that prophesized the paradigmatic shift in the manner our institutions, laws and the society generally operates. I am glad the older folk actually envisaged it: a land where man shall not be adjudged by colour, race or tribe, “but by the content of their character…” They dared to dream, and initiated a movement that saw the total annihilation of the tyrannical system, and instead, sought to indoctrinate a structure of egalitarianism. Petulant as the then governments were, the Saviours of Masses dared the state, and were bullied. You remember the assault on Reverend Timothy Njoya. You remember the Nyayo Torture Chambers. In your mind, you can already see the dreadlocked Koigi wa Wamwere, Paul Muite, Raila Odinga, James Orengo…you know them. 

Koigi wa Wamwere
They were persecuted and afflicted for the good of the populace. It may be unsurprising that the same people, we with our wretched selves, cannot pay tribute to them. We, the latter generation may demonize and denounce their ‘uncouth’ methods of seeking redress of social justice and equality. We may actually be blind to the brutality and dictatorial state of government then, which had become a rogue leviathan: eating up its own children and killing the neighbour’s. Seeing the light of day became a luxury, and sleeping with your own family was more than enough to ask for. Well, the supposed protector of the people became the biggest violator of their rights. Hence the push for reforms…

Moi: The father of misgovernance inspects his weapons
Reforms: that very oil that ought to oil the squeaking dry wheels of governance. Reforms were made a mandatory requirement for submission to the state. Resistance and apathy began mounting, and the government could not take it lying down. Amendment after amendment of the constitution was predicated upon hard-core high-handedness and strong-armed techniques employed by the state to dissuade dissent. Torture, detention without trial, mysterious disappearance and assassinations…we saw it all! But the Prophets of our People did not deter. They risked their lives, families and possession, to inculcate justice, constitutionalism and rule of law. Sadly, some of them are now fallen heroes, only remembered in legends drafted hurriedly in old journals. J.M. Kariuki, the Voice of the Poor; Martin Shikuku, the People’s Watchman; Raila Odinga, Son of Sorrow… Not these neo-colonialists who were carried in the pockets of President Moi, Youths for KANU, and surrogates of the tyrant himself, now disguised as “youth” and masquerading as angels of light (sic). But this is not for offspring of KANU, and their families. It is for the true heroes. Those men and women who made us take the dreadful first step. Slaves of justice…

Sons of Impunity: taking after the Master
Looking back, we may not have enough to recompense them for the sacrifices they made. They saw the Promised Land, while at the mountain-top, and came with the news. They will not get us there: no, they are frail, haggard and blood-stained. They need rest. There is need to have new blood, untainted, so-to-say, to take the helms and lead the nation to the Promised Land. The likes of Raila, Kalonzo Musyoka, Otieno Kajwang, Kivutha Kibwana, Orengo, Kiraitu Murungi, Muite…you name them: their time is well spent, and we should be ushering them to a dusk in peace. They should not be tormented with the sickness and troubled of governing a country they so fervently delivered from the jaws of the big bad wolf. And we ought not to entrust this duty on the sons of the wolf. Listen, sons and daughters of my motherland, a serpent’s offspring is a serpent. Uhuru Kenyatta, William Ruto, Dalmas Otieno, Cyrus Jirongo…those are Moi’s children. In fact, they are more skewed towards the older generation than the youth: out they should go. We are talking about youth properly-so-called, and not those oldies with dyed hairs and borrowed tongues on “maze jo.. Hizi ni ma-time za digital.” No way…so shall we not be fooled! Our heritage shall not be under siege again. We, the youthful generation, are coming out clear with the sound of change. This is our time. The wind of change is blowing, can’t you perceive it? Cant’ you see it?

Transition: Youth properly-so-called
Stand up to the thieves of age: the generational strata. We will be discouraged by the ‘youth’ who have conformed to the ideologies of the old folk, or permutated to the likeness of the children of the oppressive leadership. The Murkomens and Kindikis are grandchildren of oppression, by the way. You cannot expect milk from a guava. We should now look at a new and final order of transition: we are on a mission! Youth properly-s-called, such as may be, ought to be ready to chin up. We hold the quail and the knife: we decide whether it lives, or it becomes soup. But we are in control. Inasmuch as we appreciate the role played by the Railas and Kiraitus (read Moses), we the youth (read Joshua) are now charged with the responsibility of taking the children of our Motherland to the Promised land. They will not take us to the Promised Land, if their minds are about combat, rebellion and uprising. Revolutions are now ballot-papered, not coups. And we can have a law, like the United State’s Second Amendment to their Constitution, to exterminate any leadership that turns out oppressive and dictatorial. 

Protest against inequality and oppression
Meanwhile, we ought to seize the power. It is our Time! Not for handouts and scraps off state jobs…no. It is our time to take the economy of this nation to new heights. It is our time to ensure the protection of the constitutionally entrenched rights of the people are respected, promoted and protected. Yea, it is our time to see to the development of our nation, where each man is equal before the law, and has enough to eat, has a home to live, and his property is protected. It is our time to iron out the hatred that was planted by the older generation, perpetuated by their surrogates, and tolerated by prodigies of oppression. It is our time, not to eat ourselves silly, but to ensure that the utilitarian interstice is abridged. To share the resources equally amongst the people, and in a voice known to all of us, sing the song of unity. 

We the people have the power, we the youth have the key to unlock the potential of our nation. We ought to distrust those who have been there and done nothing: in effect they have failed us. Those are acts of negligent omission. They are as wicked in comparison with those who ran the nation down to its knees in corruption, malfeasance, poverty and non-development. Not those that saw our young children die of starvation, or our mothers and sisters raped…Aha. It is time the untainted generation took the real power. This is our time. Hold hands…

Thursday, January 16, 2014

A DISSECTION OF SYCOPHANCY


THE CURIOUS CASE OF A KENYAN POLITICIAN

Desperate Politicians
Welcome to Kenyan politics: the process wherein the zombienisation of intelligent minds accrues. And you ask yourself: what really causes the paradigmatic shift, as from a sharp intellectual to a dancer to the tune of a political superior, more often than not, of less academic and social credentials? Very easy, my friends: sycophancy. That drink that quenches a politically thirsty mind. The food for fools. Sycophancy, that which makes man think of himself as deeply adorned, and yet is as naked as day. Stark raving madness: cheap power sourcing. I will address us to just a few of the zombies we have seen created. 

JJ Kamotho: Seasoned Sycophant
Remember JJ Kamotho? The monarch of the “Baba” frame... Well, with that hawkish mouth and bald head, the once political magnate perfected the art of sycophancy, and you would be excused to conclude that he was breathing under the mercy of Baba Moi. And he injected the DNA to new lieutenants. We know Francis Lotodo...you can name them! These old folk can be forgiven, as they were distinctively analogue. 

What is unforgivable is a youth, properly-so-called, doing exactly what wrong the previous breed of politicians committed. And this brings us to the dissection of neo-sycophants: the breed most impervious to reason.
Prof. Muigai

In 2011, President Mwai Kibaki unconstitutionally appointed Prof. Githu Muigai as Attorney General, Justice Aldina Visram as Chief Justice, and Kioko Kilukumi as Director of Public Prosecution. You cannot have missed how Uhuru Kenyatta banged the table, terming “unacceptable” the questioning of the President’s authority. Fast-forward....and anyone questioning a political kingpin is tagged a traitor. Miscreant indeed! So hard has it hit us, that it has been normalized. We support Luo-Nyanza MPs for bashing Nairobi Governor Evans Kidero for “not respecting Raila.” But we haven’t seen it all: do you see how URP Legislators defend Ruto? And how TNA guards the interests of Uhuru from "outsiders"? Ladies and gentlemen, we are now experiencing a rebirth of sycophancy. Only in the superlative form...

From Kalonzo Musyoka’s Eastern Province assault, to Raila Odinga’s Nyanza clout.... Look at Rift Valley sheepishly following Ruto, and Uhuru calling the shots in Central Province. We are experiencing  a germination of a trend, where a Kenyan politician will do all that it takes, including selling his mother, to survive politically. 

Murkomen: Omen
Case study: look at how Onesimus Kipchumba Murkomen has metamorphosized - in the reverse gear. A once astute and intelligent tutor has acquired the dubious distinction of being parochial and inherently paranoid, and even reduced to a village dancer of Elgeyo-Marakwet. When Ruto whistles, Murkomen dances. When Ruto claps, Murkomen dances. Very hard. In his eye, the [Vice] Presidency does no wrong. Or rather, anything the Uhuruto axis does is legitimized, for as long as it is done by the combo. Even to the point of being lashed by fellow Legislators! How blind can a man get?

The President's Chief Clown
Look at the likeness with JJ Kamotho: a parrot, defending the Government with seething teeth and a drooling tongue, ready to devour anyone questioning the activities of the state. He would have no qualms singing a different tune tomorrow, if the situation suits him. Look at Kivutha Kibwana. You know his deeds in the past government. I won’t mention Joshua Kuttuny, the Uhuru’s Political Advisor (stop laughing) as he is inherently a foolish clown - a catastrophe to humanity. And many others.

What happened to integrity? When will intellectuals stand to guide the government, instead of being conformed therewith? Lawyers have been most disappointing, perhaps because we have a higher expectation from them. But we are sure that as the years go by, sycophants are mutating, to be like hard-core criminals, not disillusioned by criticism to their shifty acts. 

For once, let principle stand. Lastly, if you meet Murkomen, tell him Kuttuny is his equal intellectually. At least for now. And that is an insult to the Legal Profession!