First of all it's Monday. The number of those nursing alcoholic hangovers is higher than those who remember the exact biblical scripture delivered by the pastor this past Sunday. How about starting the week on a lighter note?
We all begin nursery school with outlandish dreams of becoming the next Bill Gates or Dr. Manu Chandaria. Indeed, only a fraction of us look forward to fitting the shoes of Mahatma Gandhi or Nelson Mandela. By the time you finish high school, the future you have crafted for yourself is usually pretty obvious. You just might be on the fantastic verge of joining Kamangu the cobbler. You might also be a few years from corporate opulence, high society and sausage for breakfast. Those who fall in between will, mostly unsuccessfully, spend their midlife trying to get ahead whichever which way, even if it means backyard chicken farms in the city. The point is, we always aspire to be richer...like so and so. In fact, your worst enemy is that workmate or neighbor who makes a measly 500 Kshs more than you. It's just human nature. You cannot stomach that neighbor with a DVD player; you cannot wait to steal the remote control when you visit..... anything to frustrate him or her is a good thing.
Needless to say, those with money inspire those without. I therefore proclaim fat jet set monied MPs an important source of inspiration to starving villagers and two cent slum dwellers?
FACT: If your MP consistently visits your constituency projects on a donkey drawn cart, none of your nursery school going kids would aspire to ride on anything but a donkey.