While we cannot underestimate Kalonzo Musyoka's household need for that extra Ksh. 400,000.00 (somebody has to pay for that honey bee keeping project on his farm) we must continue encouraging Pauline to follow suit. In fact, we must ask Lucy Kibaki to refund the millions of shillings she has pocketed...courtesy of our paychecks. Lazima arudishe pesa zetu. I mean, when was the last time we heard or read about Lucy's grand cash donation to any women's/children organization? You see, that is the excuse these top-dog wives have been using…..ati they need state taxpayer funds to hold harambees and host delegations on behalf of the country. Nonsense!!
What I fail to understand is why we continue to allow these 'leaders' to continue fleecing us. Here we are today funding a bloated cabinet alongside fantastic MP salaries while the majority of us who cannot eat sukuma-wiki for an entire week resort to boiled leaves from wild bushes. For proteins we swallow mushrooms. If you go to Turkana district, you will find sovereign Kenyan folk eating juicy cactus and paying exorbitant taxes to feed and cloth our MPs, their several wives and their rugby-playing, carnivore-going, national-school-backdoor-entry children. Mpaka lini?
Kenyans, we must rise up….especially when it comes to our money. Mexico City has seen its populous demonstrate against high insecurity. Is there any explanation why Kenyans cannot demonstrate against exorbitant taxes? Other than eating NGO money, what is the responsibility of civil societies?
My friends, it’s a trickle down effect. To sustain and increase the girth size of our MPs pot bellies, businesses are paying unwarranted taxes and consequently cannot afford to employ the youth. It is these unemployed youth who join banned sects then go around slashing the foreheads of other jobless Kenyan folk. In the meantime, Lucy Kibaki is purchasing blueberry pancakes and fried eggs at Wimpy….with our tax money.
Our proudest moment is captured when we see that Kenyan flag draped E-class Mercedes Benz dropping off our beautiful high school girls in the middle of the night. "Bendera imefika!" we shout in delight.
Fellas, when it comes to wifely salaries, I'm just pissed off.