October 15th, 2007 A.D, Riverside Drive, Nairobi Kenya, 1305 hrs.
Its that time of the year again when political temperatures reach boiling point, even busting the pipes at times, it seems like newly born moles we are still struggling to accommodate the democratic illumination that we have been offered of late. Our politics seems even more bizarre by the day as we form all kinds of political hybrids in the name of change…but what is increasingly clear is that the desperation of the masses after years of the so called dark days is amazing, people will put their faith on anything that seems to speak of change, especially so if its from their native background…this proliferation of xenophobic parochial nationalism is sickening,
I hear its even found in London…A guy tells of this time he was invited to a Kenyan get together in the heart of London, so he turned up all lively with hopes of experiencing a little home away from home, but to his dismay it was more o f a native Kenyan gathering, with all ingredients that come with it, the food, the kind of laughter, the jokes, the smiles…but the worst part for him was being out of place due to language and tribe difference. Apart from the host the rest ignored him and he couldn’t understand a word of what was being said, the guy left the place frustrated, he couldn’t understand how a bunch of well educated Kenyans in the Diaspora would exhibit such intolerance…
so like I said the political elite have done a brilliant analysis of our psyches and have come up with a catalyst for driving our desperations to fever pitch then take advantage and ride on the resulting waves of euphoria as the promise miracles in our social and governance systems. Very few see through the lies and propaganda, the rest seem to have taken sides, based on ethnic aspirations, urging their kinsmen on, giving them wings to fly on the four winds of the earth to the house on the hill, where they will at last be shielded from the disgruntling masses with their improbable expectations of change…what say ye, oh tribal masses?
…there are three sides to every lion story, your side, my side and the truth…Winston Rodney, a.k.a Burning Spear.
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